Текст песни Eden - Museum
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
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