Strings That Tie to You

From the wrinkles on my forehead

To the mud upon my shoe

Everything's a memory

With strings that tie to you

In my dream I'm often runnning

To the place that's out of view

Of every kind of memory

With strings that tie to you

And though a change has taken place

And I no longer do adore her

Still every god forsaken place is always

Right around the corner

Now I know it's either them or me

So I'll bury every clue

And every kind of memory

With strings that tie to you

And every kind of memory

With strings that tie to you