In room 66 things can`t be real
A young girl`s dying,
but there`s nothing to feel
A trap door well hidden,
that leads to the cellar, oh dear
and a voice calls: Come down, come down,
we`re all together here
Yes, and there`s dark, dark ages
and they`re blinding, oh you`re eyes
Yes, and there`s dark, dark stories
and they`re swirling up your mind
Yes, and there`s no lucky touch
and there`s no happy end
Yes, and that`s the way,
that`s the way life went
A man in a white jacket saying
that you always has been dead
a man in a white jacket saying
that you always has been dead
but there`s nothing to loose,
no reason to get mad
but there`s nothing to loose,
no reason to get mad
Yes, and a man with a black hood
his face only shining eyes
Yes, and a blackend mirror
only telling lies
A man in a white jacket...
A closet slowly opened
and one more reason to worry
all that and a voice askin`: „One more story?
