Ingrid Michaelson - The chain

^FThe sky looks ^F/Ebpissed ^DmThe wind talks ^C#6back ^FMy bones are ^F/Eshifting ^Dmin my ^Dm/Cskin ^BbAnd you my ^Bb/Clove are g^Fone

^FMy room feels ^F/Ebwrong ^DmThe bed won't ^C#6fit ^FI cannot ^F/Eseem to ^Dmope--^Dm/Crate ^BbAnd you my ^Bb/Clove are g^Fone

^BbSo glide away on s^Coapy heels ^FAnd promise ^F/Enot to p^Dmromise any^Dm/Cmore ^BbAnd if you come ar^Cound again ^FThen I will ^F/Etake, then^Dm I will ^Dm/Ctake the c^Bbhain from^Bb/C off the ^Fdoor

^FI'll never ^F/Ebsay ^DmI'll never ^C#6love ^FBut I don't ^F/Esay a ^Dmlot of ^Dm/Cthings ^BbAnd you my ^Bb/Clove are ^Fgone

^BbSo glide away on s^Coapy heels ^FAnd promise ^F/Enot to p^Dmromise any^Dm/Cmore ^BbAnd if you come ar^Cound again ^FThen I will ^F/Etake the c^Dmhain from off the^Dm/C door

^BbSo glide away on s^Coapy heels ^FAnd promise ^F/Enot to p^Dmromise any^Dm/Cmore Bb N/C And if you come around again N/C Then I will take, then I will take, then I will take N/C The chain from off the door