Bound
when you close your eyes
it's only a width of skin
it's only a width of skin keeping the light from getting in
when you close your eyes
do the sirens stop?
does the silence spread inside your head while the temperature drops?
faint heart won't speak its name
building walls around the flickering flame
it has been this way before
when the sea throws herself upon the mercy of the shore
bound to freedom
bound to choose
bound to struggle
when you close your eyes
it's only a width of skin
it's only a width of skin keeping the light from getting in
when you close your eyes
do you see the stain?
its crimson surreptitiously reminds you of your shame
you tell yourself that your hands are clean
try to purge the demons from your dreams
this malignant tide will not recede
fed by apathy and fuelled by greed
bound to freedom
bound to choose
bound to struggle
bound to lose
This is one of those songs that has stood the test of time for me. I still love it and am glad I wrote it. But not all songs have a clear-cut origin story, and I have no earthly idea what it's about. I do remember having the first two lines in my head for years, trying to figure out what to do with them, and I'm certain this was the first song I wrote that is basically 100% metaphor. I think I'm talking about how the human race is doomed but I am almost always talking about that so... ya.
I am certain that I once received a lovely compliment about being clever enough to use the word "surreptitiously" in a song. That was a nice little boost.
Favourite line: when the sea throws herself upon the mercy of the shore
I'm so glad nobody else wrote that but me.
