there's water on the wood   and sails are tight and good   but something's drifting aimlessly   this one has come unchained      i was vicious   i was weak   i was trying to be opaque   it soon became so obvious   the advantage i had taken   but you kept me on as friend   knowing it was bound to end   proving once again   it was me who'd come unchained      so if you must know the truth   you're the only one who knew   that everything must come undone before it can be chained   now carmen's lines are cutting out   and caesar's loosing cleo   but tired knots were slipping   soon to be unchained