When the warm wind blows through the corridors and tiled walls There you are, the mad guardian of your empty room Your memories were tortured by the scent of ocean through the halls And where was I, the one that you loved best? Now show me how to hold the knife that cuts the page To crucify the weakness and the guilt I use for faking strength Now I remember, I crawled naked across the broken stage And there was I, the child that brought us shame So walk across the blood red ocean Stand above the broken glass and concrete towers And here I sleep, some guardian of my empty room Now I've become the child that neither of us knew Jetzt kannst du schlafen Jetzt kannst du immer ruhig träumen Thank God you never knew the things that I've done Thank God you never saw the person I've become