Strings Lyrics

Strings you're attached to a stolen ship

Drag me through the rough to bring me out of it

I will mend this branch from this olive tree



I will keep these friends that stand over me



You don't have its break [?]

Before they made our planet die

Man of grace, you spoil a plot in your shape

But the shape can't stop what the shape don't know

Lives underground and breathes below

Oh but I won't make that same mistake

Spitting out every swollen taste

I won't pull apart what I call my home

I will love this place that I call my own



Even though you left me on my bed

I'm swimming in between the cracks



Oh but I won't make that same mistake

Spitting out every swollen taste

I won't pull apart what I call my home

I will love this place that I call my own