Dashboard Confessional - Hell on the throat

^A A line of strands^D to mark the trail ^DNo one said^E it would be^A easy ^A I must admit ^D I thought that risk^D was better ^Ewaged in younger^A seasons

And all these ^F#myears in the cold play ^Ahell on the throat Until ^Deverything I say burns like ^Acinders

But it's ^Ahard to be^E/G#long to a ^F#mgirl or a ^Esong In the ^Dcrease of a s^Etrangling^A winter It's s^Atrange to be ^E/G#lost Stranger s^F#mtill to be ^Elone on R E A the strings of a twisting line

^A Along the way^D the turns are sharp ^DNo one said^E they would be ^Aeasy ^A I must admit ^D I thought the trip^D was better ^Emade in younger^A seasons

But all these ^F#myears in pursuit made a ^Aman of a fool Till ^Devery word I say is on ^Awaver

Well it's ^Ahard to be^E/G#long To a ^F#mgirl or a ^Esong In the ^Dcase of a ^Eselfish believer It's s^Atrange to be ^E/G#lost S^F#mtranger still to ^Ebelong on the s^Dtrings in a ^Etwisting^A line

^A And when the ^E/G#path I have^F#m made From the ^Egrass to the^D grave I will ^Elove you ^Astill ^A And when the ^E/G#sand turns to^F#m glass And all that's ^Eleft is the^D past E A(hold) I will love you still