promise not to promise anymore

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

My room seems wrong.
The bed won't 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,
That I'll never love.
But I dont say a lot of things
And you my love are gone.'

É como se algo extremamente importante
estivesse me faltando...

O ar, por exemplo.
Mas eu não sei bem o que é.
Só sei bem como se fosse.
Só sei bem como se foi.