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. An here I sleep, Some guardian of my empty room. Now I've become the child That neither of us knew.
(It starts to shine through, it starts to ...)
Thank god you never knew, The things that I've done. Thank god you never saw, The person I've become.