I COUNT THE FALLING TEARS
THEY FALL BEFORE MY EYES
SEEMS LIKE A THOUSAND YEARS
SINCE WE BROKE THE TIES
HAD TO GIVE IT ALL AWAY
NO STRINGS TO HOLD ME
PRAYING FOR THE DAY
STRINGS ARE THINGS
THAT ONCE CONTROLLED ME
WHEN WE MAKE LOVE IT'S HARD TO TELL IF YOUR DREAMING OF ME OR SOMEONE ELSE THAT DRUNKEN KISS SEEMS LIKE A LIE DON'T SAY IT'S FO...