Written in these
walls are the stories that I can't explain,
I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days.
I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days.
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones,
It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone.
It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone.
And I'll be gone gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I been holdin' on too tight
With nothing in between
The story of my life I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm and time…
Is frozen (the story of, the story of)


