Вершы: The Wolfgang Press. Chains.

Chains
Chains

We console now, you and I
I said hold me there, hold me
Make the night roll magic, I will not fly away
So now make it, make it rain

Chains
Chains

I have wandered and I have found
No reason that I can understand
Why all these boundaries return to where I am
So please break them, make them break down into

Chains
Chains

Make the night roll
And hold my hands up to your own
I'm like a man pitied and maimed
Sorrow won't lift our shame like these

Chains
Chains
Chains
Chains
Chains