Songtext von Strings

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