Hell On The Throat

歌詞

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 throa 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