Songtexte The Chain - Ingrid Michaelson

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.
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 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.