Text: Elvis Perkins. Chains, Chains, Chains.

Whose eyes are those too fair to be but the night in day's clothes
Speak, speak it I beg if you know it, just say it plain
Lorraine's
What thing is this at my feet at my heart at my wrists
If you know anything I'll have to insist that you explain
Chains chains chains
What am I if bound to walk in chains 'til I die
Reaching wildly out to the sky with no particular aim
A flame and all aflame
What are these put my mind out to deep deep seas
I won't see the forrest I won't see the trees 'til they're gone with the flame
Names, name
Whose eyes are those ought to be careful or simply keep them closed
I see them now wherever I go set to the solemn refrain:
Chains, Chains, Chains