I gave up our position and ran into a field.
Who would receive my transmission, and what would it yield?
Well, I don't know, but I hope it's soon.
Bring our salvation or bring our doom.
We seemed to me forsaken, abandoned in this field.
But I felt this sense of mission, to me alone revealed.
Why? I don't know, but I felt it still.
Warm breath from the stars, through the tall pines a chill.
Chained to the mast.
Hold fast, we are running aground.
Chained to the mast.
I gave up our position and slow the years go by.
No answer to me given, the universe expands and stars explode.
My rebellion tamed, my veins turn blue, my position changed.
Chained to the mast.
It's a trap, and we're running aground.
Chained to the mast.