Ingrid Michaelson
"Chain"

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

My room seems wrong.
The bed won't fit.
I cannot seem to operate
And you my love are gone

(Chorus)
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

(Chorus X6)