[ti:strings that tie to youFrom the wrinkles on my forehead]
[ar:julie Peel]
[al:]
[00:16.51]From the wrinkles on my forehead
[00:24.26]To the mud upon my shoe
[00:32.72]Everything's a memory
[00:38.36]With strings that tie to you
[00:48.20]In my dream I'm often running
[00:56.31]To the place that's out of you
[01:04.38]Of every kind of memory
[01:10.36]With strings that tie to you
[01:19.34]Though a change has taken place
[01:21.93]And I no longer do adore her
[01:29.88]Still every God forsaken place is always
[01:35.32]Right around the corner
[01:40.22]Now I know it's either them or me
[01:48.07]So I'll bury every clue
[01:56.69]And every kind of memory
[02:02.30]With strings that tie to you
[02:08.55]And every kind of memory
[02:14.28]With strings that tie to you