A.F.I.
story at three
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A.f.i.
Art Of Drowning
Story At Three
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.
- Album:
- Behind The Times
- Decemberunderground
- 336
- AFI
- Sing the Sorrow
- Art Of Drowning
- Black Sails In Sunset
- Black Sails In The Sunset
- A Fire Inside
- Answer That And Stay Fashionable
- Shut Your Mouth And Open Your Eyes
- Very Proud Of Ya
- Miscellaneous
- Short Music For Short People
- Dork
- No Time To Kill
- Bombing The Bay
- Love Like Winter
- Demos