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