A Song I´ve recorded due to some filming around the garden.Here I´m boundLaying on the field, watching the skythinking of you, thinking of your thighsthe fortress of work is about to swaythe clocks are all gone, time has slipped awayI rest on the groundhere I am, here I´m boundCool watercolours are painting my mindand even my thoughts seem to rewindI know these times will never come backwhen you and me were walking that trackI rest on the groundhere I am, here I´m bound