| Dashboard Confessional – Hell on the Throat Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| He's referring to the "path" of his entire life, from all the places he's been (literally and figuratively) in life (the grass) ending to his inevitable death. He's saying that even after everything is said and done, he will love "you" until he dies. | |
| Dashboard Confessional – Hell on the Throat Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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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 'Til 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 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 pursuit made a man of a fool, 'Til every word I say is unwaivered 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 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. |
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