There's a question in the darkness There's a hundred open doors There's a whisper on the stairways In every second floor You know all room is infinate You know you cannot fly We try to fill the void with indifference And watch with orphan eyes For him who is For him we cannot find For him who knows We fill the room with obscure relatives in every second floor
Your seventh son Your seventh sister's lover's gonna come It's seven stairways to the room where we belong
There's a question in the darkness There's a hundred open doors Our steps injure the dust And we forget what we came here for There's a whisper in the darkness There are hundred traps Gleaming eyes on the corridor watching every single step
Your seventh son Your seventh sister's lover's gonna come It's seven stairways to the room where we belong
We fill the rooms with fake calmness Our eyes persuaded to be blind You know all room is infinate You know we cannot flyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
