My Marble Hole - Adventures

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