Chains

Chains
Your arms are warm but they make me feel
As if they're made of cold, cold steel
A simple kiss like a turnin' key
A little click and the lock's on me
Can't move my arms, can't lift my hands
I won't admit to where I am
But I know baby, I'm in chains I'm in chains
I pretend I can always leave
Free to go whenever I please
But then the sound of my desperate calls

Echo off these dungeon walls
I've crossed the line from mad to sane
A thousand times and back again
I love you baby, I'm in chains I'm in chains
I'm in chains I'm in chains
Should have known passing through the gate
That once inside I could not escape
I never thought this could happen to me
Never thought this is where I'd be
But baby, baby, baby, look at me
Baby, baby, look at me, I'm in chains I'm in chains
I never thought this is where I'd be
Never thought this could happen to me
En 'Chains' de Tina Arena, la artista describe con intensidad la sensación de estar atrapada en una relación emocionalmente asfixiante. Las metáforas de los brazos cálidos que se sienten como frío acero ilustran la paradoja de recibir amor pero al mismo tiempo sentirse prisionero...