Song For My Father

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?
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 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
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 So walk across the blood red ocean
 Stand above the broken glass and concrete towers
 And here I sleep, stoned 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