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 [bad word] 
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