Strings, there's always strings, attached to the things, we think are free to take   Lines, thin shiny lines, so very fine, but so very hard to break   Threads, just hanging threads, weaving a web that we can hardly see   But Oh, we feel the strings, pulling on you, pulling on me      Strings, invisible strings, tying our wings, keeping us on the ground   Strands, soft silky strands, takin' our hands and leavin' them tightly bound   Vines, clinging vines, twisting they wind, covering everything   Strings, pulling on you, pulling on me      So tangled together, we don't want to be free   We're hurting and crying, but trying endlessly      Strings, there's always strings, attached to the things, we think are free to take   Lines, thin shiny lines, so very fine, but so very hard to break   Threads, tiny threads, weaving a web that we can hardly see   But Oh, we feel the strings, pulling on you, pulling on me      Oh, strings, we feel the strings, pulling on you, pulling on me      pulling on you, pulling on me   pulling on you, pulling on me   pulling on you, they're pulling on me....