Lyric A Story At Three

again and again
they blend into one
my father the morning
pushes through the moonlight love

so what s sleep
sleep

i m tired
so tired
but it seems
that there s someone here with me

we are 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