Again and again they blend into one, nMy father the morning pushes through moonlight love. nSo what's sleep? Sleep.nI'm tired, so tired, but it seems that there's someone here with me. nnWe are the wakeful, wry, watchful. nWe're awaiting.nDeathless ones.nnWe are the wakeful, wry, watchful. nWe're awaiting.nDeathless ones.nnA story at three with the shrillest of cries. nMy mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes.nSo what's sleep? SleepnI'm tired, so tired, so tired but it seems that there's someone here with me. nnWe are the wakeful, wry, watchful. nWe're awaiting.nDeathless ones. (x4)nnI hear the morning choir sing to me their elegy. nSo beautiful. nThey sing to me their elegy. Requiem.