Strings That Tie To YouJon Brion

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