Bound

A cheery little gem - who knows what it's about...

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

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

Ah well, not all songs have a clear-cut origin story. 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. 

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. 

© 2016 by Zoë Robertson. Photography by Robert Zbikowski and Vincent Fugere. Proudly created with Wix.com

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