The Chain

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 wont fit.
I cannot seem to operate, and you, my love, are gone.
So glide away on soapy heels and promise not to promise anymore.
And if you come around again than I will take,
then i will take, the chain from off the door.
I cannot say
That I never loved
Oh but I dont say alot of things,
and you my love are gone.
So glide away on soapy heels and promise not
to promise anymore
and if you come around again,
then I will take the chain from off the door.
(In a round x4)
So glide away on soapy heels and promise not, to promise anymore
And if you come arund again than i will take the chain from off the door
And if you come around again
then i will take the chain from off
the door.