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
When you, my love, are gone
So glide away in 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 in 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