Tied To The Strings

Tied To The Strings is a post-rock song about attachments.

Tied To The Strings (Post-Rock) - Hugh Mungus™
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Swing on the porch where the screen door hangs loose
Mama’s chair creakin’ like it’s bearin’ the truth
I carry the groceries, the bills, and the years
Dreams rust away quiet, drowned out by her tears

The house is a anchor, the sky feels too wide
I’m stuck in the middle with nowhere to hide

Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to hide

Oh, somebody’s gotta hold this whole world upright
Keep the roof from cavin’ in the middle of the night
Love is a burden that won’t let me run
I stay for the ones who can’t carry their own

They can’t carry their own
Can’t carry their own

Little brother laughs at sparks in the grass
Burnin’ small fires that ain’t meant to last
He don’t know the weight of the word “stay behind”
But I feel it like chains every mile I don’t drive

Oh, somebody’s gotta hold this whole world upright
Watch him chase the wind while I swallow my fight
Love is a burden that bends but won’t break
I carry their freedom for my own heart’s sake

Yeah, my own heart’s sake
My own heart’s sake

One match in the dark and the past turns to flame
We stand in the glow and forget who’s to blame
Ashes float upward like maybe we’re free
For the first time I’m breathin’ air that belongs to me

Oh, nobody’s gotta hold this whole world tonight
The roof finally lifted and let in the light
Love was the burden, now love is the wings
I’m leavin’ the graveyard still tied to the strings

Ohhhhhh, Oh, yeah, yeah.

Tied to the strings! Yeah!
Tied to the strings! Ohhhhhhhhh!
Tied to the strings!

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