The Story Lyrics - Singles - Julia Marcell

I remember there's a story 

Of a woman sentenced to death 

She called up her kids and husband 

Said I won't come home today 

And I won't come home tomorrow 

No I won't come on Saturday 

And I won't get there on Christmas 

No I won't come on Mother's day. 

So they burned all her belongings 

To kill loneliness when night falls 

And the room they used to sleep in 

Stood there blushing from the naked walls 

And with every dress thrown into fire 

He would want her more than he ever did 

And with every ruby lipstick 

He felt trapped in his own guilt. 

So he wrote an awkward letter 

From the bottom of his fragile heart; 

See, I never thought I loved you 

But the silence tore me apart 

With your death in all it's glory 

There's no time for me to live 

I remember there's a story 

Of a man sentenced to grieve..