Jon Brion- Strings that tie to you

From the wrinkles on my forehead
To the mud upon my shoe
Everythings a memory
With strings that tie to you

In my dream Im often running
To a place thats 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
Is always right around the corner

Now I know its either them or me
So Ill 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



Listen to the song...it's good.