The Chain (Live From Webster Hall)

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...