Bound from understanding. Bound five hundred different ways from Sunday. Born on a Sunday. We were. All coincidence. Bound to never find... because I land in Flatt. I cant touch you. I cant see you. But I knew when you were near. Now Im unsure, now I am undone. and the creepy crawly lonesome sneaks up. And I am enamored with Adam. Whats it all mean? No blaming, I am just third eye blind. Cant see or hear you. Want to know you are near, but so bound. To be out of reach.