Hm.
The sky looks pissed.
The wind talks back.
My bones are shifting in my skin
And you, my love, are gone
My room feels wrong
The bed won't fit
I cannot seem to operate
And you, my love, are gone
I promise not to promise anymore And if you come around again
Then I will take,
then I will take The chain from off the door
I'll never love all But I don't say a lot of things
And you,
my love,
are gone So glide away on soapy heels
The chain from off the door So glide away on soapy heels
I
promise not to promise anymore
And if you come around again
Then I will take,
then I will take The chain from off the door
So glide away
on soapy heels The chain from off the door
