Hell On The Throat

A line of strands

to mark the trail

No one said it would be easy

I must admit

I'd thought the risk

was better waged in younger seasons

all these years in the cold

play hell on the throat

Until 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 belong

On the strings of a twisting lie

Along the way the turns are sharp

No one said they would be easy

I must admit

I thought the trip

was better made in younger seasons

But all these years in the pursuit

made a man of a fool

Till every word

I say is unwavered

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 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