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 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 as 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
