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