The sky looks pissed.
The wind talks back.
My bones are shifting in my skin
And you my love are gone.
My room seems wrong.
The bed won't fit.
I cannot 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)
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