Again and again they blend into one,
my father the morning pushes through moonlight love.
So what's sleep (sleep)? Sleep. Whoa.
I'm tired, so tired, so tired, but it seems that there's someone here with me.
We are the wakeful, wry, watchful.
We're awaiting.
d**hless ones.
[x2]
A story at three with the shrillest of cries.
My mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes.
So what's sleep (sleep)? Sleep. Whoa.
I'm tired, so tired, so tired, but it seems that there's someone here with me.
We are the wakeful, wry, watchful.
We're awaiting.
d**hless ones.
[x4]
I hear the morning choir sing to me their elegy.
I hear the morning choir sing to me their elegy.
(Sing to me.)
I hear the morning choir (so beautiful) sing to me their elegy.
(Sing to me.)
I hear the morning choir (uh, they sing to me) sing to me their elegy.
Requiem.
I hear the morning choir sing to me their elegy.
We are the wakeful, wry, watchful.
We're awaiting.
d**hless ones.
[x4]