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 won't fit
I can not 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 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
Then I will take the chain from off the door
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
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
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
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
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