Ingrid Michaelson
"The Chain"

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 can not 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, the chain from off the door.

i'll never say, i'll never love. but i dont say alot of things and you my love are gone.

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