Looking For Landmarks

Do you hear the chorus in the canyon
As you spend another evening alone?
You must accept when an ending comes:
Breathe, just breathe…
And I’ve been looking for landmarks
Looking for a line to draw
And I’ve been looking for landmarks
Looking for the last straw
And I was not born for mourning
Or abstract love, or silent notes
I was not born to be absent:
Breathe, just breathe…
(repeat chorus)
I can tell by the paint on your clothes
And the subtitles on your screen
And the sound of a chandelier
Crashing to the floor
And the voice of your mother
Draped in a labyrinth of lace
She’s trying to wake you
From your opium dream…
(repeat chorus)
Breathe, just breathe…
Where are you marching to?