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