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
[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]