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