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