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 dont say a lot of things and you my love are gone
(Chorus X6)