Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
From the wrinkles on my forehead
To the mud upon my shoe
Everything's a me - mo - ry
With strings that tie to you
In my dream I'm often running
To the place that's out of view
Of every kind of me - mo - ry
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 cor - ner
Now I know it's either them or me
So I'll bury every clue
And every kind of me - mo - ry
With strings that tie to you
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh -
And every kind of me - mo - ry
With strings that tie to you...