Strings That Tie To You (Brion Jon)

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