Binding

From black to gray

The night goes

With hours and minutes here

My eyes go

With words and pages

My vision blurs

The written word

I can't read it anymore

Binding

Yeah, binding

I thought I'd see it coming

I'm not blind, I can see it coming

I see the morning coming

I see the morning coming

I can feel my stomach aching

I can feel that coffee baking

I'm not blind, I can see it coming

I'm not blind, no