1. Wednesday, July 12, 2006

    soul asylum circa 1988 

    And they cut off your wings and replaced them with strings
    Now the strings are attached to everything
    It’s twisted and tangled and troubled with anger
    But somehow you still swing

    Tried all my tricks I tried to steal a kiss
    Splinters and slivers stuck all over my lips
    She thinks she must be doing something wrong
    They pull the strings and then they string you along