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

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

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

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

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

Copyright: Spirit Music Group
Writer(s): Ingrid Michaelson