Dec 18, 2009 01:20
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.
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.
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 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.