If it is binding
It is finding out
Nothing fills the valley in my chest
Only something I know I'll regret
Or so I figure
And so I find myself
Tugging out the linens on the bed
Leaving no impression where I slept
The truth is always when it's gone it's gone
But I left you a fortune
Even in the full embrace of love
Is it really
Just one
We dream of binding
We dream of finding out
Morning comes and righter rings the hand
As if we are anything but
Powerless
And so I figure
And here I find myself
Mourning my condition, I can't tell
If it's proof that I am sick or well
You can't paint a picture of the sun
You can't see it undone
The truth is always when it's gone it's gone
But I left you a fortune
Even in the full embrace of love
Is it really
Just one
