Bound - Madison Cunningham

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