Ingrid Michaelson - The Chain (Live From Webster Hall)

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.