Untied

(albüm: On The Mouth - 1993)

I stand on one end of the board
She drops the rock hard on the other end
And I'm flying through the air
And it's a trip I never planned

And I didn't bring much with me
You wouldn't let me bring much with me
But you're riding now beside me
So where will we land?

You pull the string and I come untied
Pull the string and I come untied
You pull the string and I come untied

It's always me coming to your door
With some stuff I found in the trash
And these things I brought you before
Well, I guess they didn't match
So now whenever you are down
Take me down with you

You pull the string and I come untied
Pull the string and I come untied
What's the use if this thing has died?