My Marble Home

Rounding out the marks on my ceiling Marks of mold on wooden board Rows of names, somehow still nameless A deserted stone, my marble hole Try to take, you’ll never take me still breathing… “Breathe easy, I’ll breathe easy” A deserted stone, my marble home Carry restraint in the rhythm of walk ‘Cause I’m living for the harmony of “Breathe easy, I’ll breathe easy” My empty joy, it’s a plateau Declining the feeling, again and again