then I will take the chain from off the door

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fu2gxZDquzA
--- Ingrid Michaelson: The Chain

The sky looks pissed.
The wind talks back.
My bones are shifting in my skin
And you my love are gone.

I'll never say,
That I'll never love.
But I dont say a lot of things
And you my love are gone.

--- Leslie Feist

I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the Sea,
and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the Stern Fact,
the Sad Self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson