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 running

To a 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



Oh and every kind of memory

With strings that tie to you