Unchained

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