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
So glide away on soapy heels And 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 say that I'll never love But I don't say a lot 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...