From this inner cage I made my body My son is staring at a sun that's still to come
From this inner grave I built my country My love, i finally found the one I belong to
Follow me here, I'm on my way back (home) Crimson, we've become the stone and time may come And follow the child inside until he's grown up
Memories and expectations All is moving in so similar ways Small rooms or huge surroundings There's no use when you are the missing I think I'm getting used to "“ the fear of getting used to you I think we're getting used to "“ the fear of living for two
Follow me here I'm on my way back home or then bury me here or take my hand back
Follow me here I'm on my way back home, you can bury me here or take my hand back stronger...