Strings

Strings there's always strings attached to the things we think are free to take

Lines thin shiny lines so very fine but so very hard to break

Threads just hanging threads weaving a web that we can hardly see

But Oh we feel the strings pulling on you pulling on me

Strings invisible strings tying our wings keeping us on the ground

Strands soft silky strands takin' our hands and leavin' them tightly bound

Vines clinging vines twisting they wind covering everything

Strings pulling on you pulling on me

So tangled together we don't want to be free

We're hurting and crying but trying endlessly

Strings there's always strings attached to the things we think are free to take

Lines thin shiny lines so very fine but so very hard to break

Threads tiny threads weaving a web that we can hardly see

But Oh we feel the strings pulling on you pulling on me

Oh strings we feel the strings pulling on you pulling on me

Pulling on you pulling on me

Pulling on you pulling on me

Pulling on you they're pulling on me