the chain – ingrid michaelson

The sky looks pissed
The wind talks back
The bones are shifting in my skin
And you my love are gone

My room seems 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
Then I will take, then I will take
The chain from off the door

I’ll never say that I’ll never love,
Oh, 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,
Then I will take,
Then I will take the chain from off the door

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