The sky looks [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 
So glide away on soapy heels
And promise not to promise anymore
And if [bad word] 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
 [bad word]