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 the place that's out of you
Of every kind of memory

With strings that tie to you

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