Hell On The Throat

Hell On The Throat - Dashboard Confessional

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

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

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