[ Artista: AFI ]

[ Album: Art Of Drowning ]

[ Tema: Story at three ]

 

Again and again they blend into one,
my father the morning pushes through moonlight love.
So what´s sleep? Sleep.
I´m tired, so tired, but it seems that there´s someone here with me.
We are the wakeful, wry, watchful.
We´re awaiting.
Deathless ones.
A story at three with the shrillest of cries.
My mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes.
I hear the morning choir sing to me their elegy.
So beautiful.
They sing to me their elegy. Requiem.

 

Letra agregada por piojoso