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
