The things you've said are hanging in the Middle of my mind Tonight, I can't turn 'em off I try to worry for your soul but I forget to all the time I'm in a twisted web and I can't pull my head from it I think about you walking on a string It always brings me back here Into the garden by the hand You've always had me walking on a string I knew that I was dead before you touched my lonesome skin You're never running out of ways to worm your way back in I hang my head and feel the oxygen drain I think about you walking on a string And it always brings me back here Into the garden by the hand Anyone who knows what love is will understand You've always had me walking on a string