Eden

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 fly