Oh Marble Son, why can"t I love you more?
I wish I"d found you beautiful before.
When I was young, I"d have most anyone,
But I only loved what was to come undone,
come undone.
Oh, marble son....
who stands beside you?
They say we are the trees; we are in the air,
we are the land, the ocean, and the moon;
we are despair...and the happiness,
that lingers everywhere.
Will we ever be ourselves again?
Worried minds in need of silencing.
I do not wish to be free,
but I know....
it"s what needs to be.
Oh Marble Son, why can"t I love you more?
I wish I"d found you beautiful before.
Oh, before....
I wish I"d found you beautiful before.
When I was young, I"d have most anyone,
But I only loved what was to come undone,
come undone.
Oh, marble son....
who stands beside you?
They say we are the trees; we are in the air,
we are the land, the ocean, and the moon;
we are despair...and the happiness,
that lingers everywhere.
Will we ever be ourselves again?
Worried minds in need of silencing.
I do not wish to be free,
but I know....
it"s what needs to be.
Oh Marble Son, why can"t I love you more?
I wish I"d found you beautiful before.
Oh, before....