Versuri Dashboard Confessional - Hell On The Throat
A line of strands to mark the trail, No one said it would be easy. I must admit I thought the risk was better waged in younger seasons, But all these years in the cold play hell on the throat Till everything I say burns like cinders, Why it's hard to belong to a girl or a song And the crease of a strangling winter It's strange to be lost, stranger still to be lone In the strings of a twisting line. Along the way the turns are sharp, No one said they would be easy, I must admit I thought the trip was better in younger seasons. But all these years in the pursuit made a man of a fool, Till every word I say is on waver. Why it's hard to belong to a girl or a song In the case of a selfish believer, It's strange to be lost and stranger still to be lone In the strings in a twisting line [x2] And when the path I have made From the grass to the grave, I will love you still. And when the sand turns to glass And all that's left is the past And I will love you still.