The sky looks pissed
The wind talks back
My bones are shifting in my skin
When you, my love, are gone
My room seems wrong
The bed won't fit
I cannot seem to operate
When you, my love, are gone
(refrão)
So glide away and so be healed
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