Ingrid Michaelson - The chain

^FThe sky looks ^F7pissed ^DmThe wind talks back^Dbaug My bon^Fes are shift^Aming in^Dm my skin ^Am And yo^Bbu my love ^C7are gone ^F

^FMy room feels wrong ^{F7 Dm}The bed won't fit ^Dbaug I c^Fannot s^Ameem to op^Dmerate ^Am And yo^Bbu my love a^C7re gone ^F

So gl^Bbide away on soapy h^C7eels And pro^Fmise not to ^Ampromis^Dme anymore^Am And if ^Bbyou come around ^C7again Then I w^Fill tak^Ame, then I will t^Dmake the^Am chain^Bb from off the ^C7door ^F

^FI'll never s^F7ay that I'll^Dm never love^Dbaug But I ^Fdon't say ^Ama lot ^Dmof thi^Amngs And you^Bb my love a^C7re gone ^F

So gl^Bbide away on soapy h^C7eels And pro^Fmise not to ^Ampromis^Dme anymore^Am And if ^Bbyou come around ^C7again Then I w^Fill tak^Ame, then I will t^Dmake the^Am chain^Bb from off the ^C7door ^F

Then I^F will t^Amake, then I will^Dm take, ^Am Then I^F will t^Amake, then I will^Dm take, ^Am

^FThen I ^Amwill take, th^Bbe chain from o^C7ff the do^For