Dashboard Confessional
Dashboard Confessional - Hell On The Throat lyrics
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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 'Til everything I say burns like cinders Well, 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 On 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 waged in younger seasons But all these years in the pursuit made a man of a fool 'Til every word I say is on a waver Well, 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 On the strings in a twisting line Well, 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 On the strings in a twisting line 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