11 November, 2009
Dashboard Confessional - Hell On The Throat @23:27
Okay, this song is nice, but it's awfully similar to Joshua Radin. Not a bad thing though. Here are the lyrics! I like the last part most.
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 felt the risk
Was better waged in younger seasons
But all these years in the cold
Putting hell on a throne
Till every thing 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
Till every word I say is unwaivered
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
Stranger still to belong
On the strings of 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
Stranger still to belong
On the strings of a twisting line
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
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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 felt the risk
Was better waged in younger seasons
But all these years in the cold
Putting hell on a throne
Till every thing 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
Till every word I say is unwaivered
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
Stranger still to belong
On the strings of 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
Stranger still to belong
On the strings of a twisting line
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
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