The Chain (Live from Webster Hall)

[ti:The Chain (Live from Webster Hall)] [ar:Ingrid Michaelson] 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 wont fit. I can not 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, I'll never love. But i don't say a lot of things And you my love are gone.