AFI

Again and again they bleed in to one
My father
The morning pushes throught moonlight love
So what´s sleep?
Sleep
I´m tired, so tired,so tired
But it seems that there´s someone here with me
We are the wakeful, wry and 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
Requiem