Bound

The truth of love has found me out Is holding sway like waves of doubt Will raise the tide and find my bed A tipping boat beneath my head The turn of time, a mirror ball And it floods a weather in through this hall Like voices climbing from the street Of lovers just beneath my feet Oh find your way however found But maybe we're better bound Into you, my spirit goes I hand it over like a rose Fading, breaking at its side Dying as it opens wide Oh find your way however found But maybe we're better bound The thread of this long afternoon It finds the eye of this dark room To stitch both time and love somehow To you, beneath my head just now But maybe we're better bound