You are chains   When you're chained   with a chain   with an iron ring      Bound to a rock   on which you stand   So large   You can't see from it's surface      Covered in atmosphere dust   Blinded by wonder and lust   and you never notice your chains      Well, neither had I   I knew I had crashed here   I never knew why   'Til somebody told me   I was too high to leave      I fell to the floor   and crawled back asleep   'Til early this morning   Turned to following evening      If you hadn't come here when you did   I might still believe   I was never in chains