The Chain

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm,

mm.

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.

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 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.