歌名 | story at three |
歌手 | A.F.I. |
专辑 | Art Of Drowning |
歌词 | 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. |