Singer in Chains Songtext
von Broderick Smith

Shadows on his skin, a torch through the gloom
Smoke at his feet, a crowd in the room
Nothing smells of roses, nothing smells at all
Just a singer in chains, his back against the wall

Once it′s in your soul, you will never be the same
There's no other way for the singer in chains


Once there was a dream, in that dream they were gods
But the others slipped away when they slipped from the top
Up for all the work, down for stolen sleep
A head in the toilet and blood upon the sheets
Swaying on his feet, he doesn′t catch their names
They come in tattered satin for the singer in chains

Once he was a prince, singing higher than a girl
Once he was an eagle, soaring way above our world
Now he's lost his bearings, he could be on the moon
Or in the same damn town and in the same damn room

Once it's in your soul, you will never be the same
But glory′s out of reach for the singer in chains