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