Hell on the Throat (Re-Record)

Lyrics

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 All these years in the cold play hell on the throat 'Till everything I say burns like cinders Well, it's hard to belong to a girl or a song In the crease of a strangling winter It's strange to be lost, stranger still to belong On the strings of a twisting line Along the way the turns were sharp No one said it would be easy I must admit, I thought the trip Was better made in younger seasons But all these years in pursuit made a man of a fool Now every word I say will not waver Well, it's hard to belong to a girl or a psalm In the case of a selfish believer It's strange to be lost, stranger still to belong On the strings of a twisting line Well it's hard to belong to a girl or a psalm In the case of a selfish believer It's strange to be lost, stranger still to belong On the strings of 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 I will love you still