Bound in Love - Cut Ribbons, Prides

Give me the hope I’m hoping for

I taught you how to steal

I gave you my hands and my hunger

But it wasn’t real

I spoke with each one of my words crossed

And called it blow by blow

I’m the only boxer in the ring

That never saw the show

Who am I?

We’re just the cracks in ceilings

Where I met my demons and you

In the beginning

There were people dancing

Now the dance floor’s split in two

I gave you a basket of dreams

And led you through the streets

Men laid their bodies down in rows of four

And you climbed onto the eaves

I loved your white paper skin

But not your stone heart

The weight’s too much

On this twice broken back

We broke our backs

As we hit the ground

But I’m working on my posture

And that’s enough for now

We broke our backs

As we hit the ground

But I’m working on my posture

And that’s enough for now

Who am I?

We’re just the cracks in ceilings

Where I met my demons and you

In the beginning

There were people dancing

Now the dance floor’s split in two

I bound my hands in love

I bound my hands in love

I bound my hands in love

I bound my hands in love

I bound my hands in love

I bound my hands in love

We broke our backs

As we hit the ground

But I’m working on my posture

And that’s enough for now

We broke our backs

As we hit the ground

But I’m working on my posture

And that’s enough for now

Who am I?

We’re just the cracks in ceilings

Where I met my demons and you

In the beginning

There were people dancing

Now the dance floor’s split in two

I bound my hands in love

I bound my hands in love

I bound my hands in love

I bound my hands in love

I bound my hands in love

I bound my hands in love

We broke our backs

As we hit the ground

But I’m working on my posture

And that’s enough for now