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