Adventures - 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