Chesti Benningtonyan - Glove Box

I kept your ring in my glove box, beside a parking ticket and wrench
You said love's not gold, it's precious, still
I hold it when the night gets tense
You're pushed by the back door, mud on the floor from rain
You laugh like a match in a dark room
And you disappear again and
I swear
I don't fall, but you hit like a bell
One look and
I'm back right under your spell
Love cuts deep, love stays there, in my bones, in my veins
Cuts deep, love stays
Even when the whole world shakes, you're the spark and the rust, the bruise and the trust