Testi Soundtracks :: S

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