Adam

How does it really feel
Being poor Adam
Who've lost his home,
Who've lost his Eve?

Ask me,
(Don't ask her)
Ask me
(Don't ask her)
Ask me
(Don't ask her)
I'll make you believe

Headaches, painshakes,
Apples and snakes,
Clairvoyance, true insight
But no true people
On his side
He's so tired to fight world's ignorance
And predict the end of all this.
He just wants nobody knows
The suffering he sometimes lives with.

God, Save his beloved,
Save from clouded consciousness
Save the people whom he loves
You're our shine, nevertheless
Help to live in dignity
In empty society,
Teach to find "his love in Thee"
While he's loving only Eve...

Ask me,
(Don't ask her)
Ask me
(Don't ask her)
Ask me
(Don't ask her)
I won't make you believe
Ask me,
Ask me
(Don't ask her)
Ask me
(Don't ask her)
Just help to see true Eve..

So we'd come to sea
Seeweed hugged our feet
Toes by sand being kissed
Waves met us,
Wind saved us,
I hope he found his Eve...