Chained

It’s a crooked old game,

What they’ll do in your name,

So, tell me again,

How do you play it?

 

When our hands are tied,

And our eyes are blind,

And the cards are on the table.

 

Sometimes I wait,

As we sit face to face,

Hoping to really find you.

 

But we’re captives in life,

And we’re prisoners in death,

Chained to the moment,

That never happened.

 

One careless word,

One breath out of place,

A bloodstain, a bruise,

A broken promise.

 

Tomorrow we hide,

Tomorrow outside,

Tomorrow no more borders.

 

We were captives in life,

Now we’re prisoners in death,

Chained to the moment,

When nothing much happened.

 

Our hands are tied,

Our eyes are blind,

And the cards are on the table.

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