| Song | Hell On The Throat (Acoustic) - unplug |
| Artist | Dashboard Confessional |
| Album | Alter The Ending [DELUXE EDITION] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Carrabba |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Carrabba |
| [00:06.16] | A line of strands |
| [00:08.77] | to mark the trail |
| [00:11.50] | No one said it would be easy |
| [00:16.93] | I must admit |
| [00:19.44] | I'd thought the risk |
| [00:22.30] | was better waged in younger seasons |
| [00:26.24] | all these years in the cold |
| [00:29.29] | play hell on the throat |
| [00:32.40] | Until everything |
| [00:33.48] | I say burns like cinders |
| [00:36.97] | Well it's hard to belong to a girl or a song |
| [00:42.41] | And the crease of a strangling winter |
| [00:48.30] | It's strange to be lost |
| [00:50.26] | stranger still to belong |
| [00:53.00] | On the strings of a twisting lie |
| [01:02.29] | Along the way the turns are sharp |
| [01:06.98] | No one said they would be easy |
| [01:12.81] | I must admit |
| [01:15.53] | I thought the trip |
| [01:18.17] | was better made in younger seasons |
| [01:22.23] | But all these years in the pursuit |
| [01:25.30] | made a man of a fool |
| [01:28.30] | Till every word |
| [01:29.45] | I say is unwavered |
| [01:33.15] | Well it's hard to belong to a girl or a psalm |
| [01:38.29] | In the case of a selfish believer |
| [01:44.00] | It's strange to be lost |
| [01:46.32] | stranger still to belong |
| [01:48.95] | On the strings in a twisting line |
| [02:27.59] | And when the path |
| [02:29.60] | I have made |
| [02:30.37] | From the grass to the grave |
| [02:33.10] | I will love you still |
| [02:38.26] | And when the sand turns to glass |
| [02:40.99] | And all that's left is the past |
| [02:43.68] | And I will love you still |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Carrabba |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : Carrabba |
| [00:06.16] | A line of strands |
| [00:08.77] | to mark the trail |
| [00:11.50] | No one said it would be easy |
| [00:16.93] | I must admit |
| [00:19.44] | I' d thought the risk |
| [00:22.30] | was better waged in younger seasons |
| [00:26.24] | all these years in the cold |
| [00:29.29] | play hell on the throat |
| [00:32.40] | Until everything |
| [00:33.48] | I say burns like cinders |
| [00:36.97] | Well it' s hard to belong to a girl or a song |
| [00:42.41] | And the crease of a strangling winter |
| [00:48.30] | It' s strange to be lost |
| [00:50.26] | stranger still to belong |
| [00:53.00] | On the strings of a twisting lie |
| [01:02.29] | Along the way the turns are sharp |
| [01:06.98] | No one said they would be easy |
| [01:12.81] | I must admit |
| [01:15.53] | I thought the trip |
| [01:18.17] | was better made in younger seasons |
| [01:22.23] | But all these years in the pursuit |
| [01:25.30] | made a man of a fool |
| [01:28.30] | Till every word |
| [01:29.45] | I say is unwavered |
| [01:33.15] | Well it' s hard to belong to a girl or a psalm |
| [01:38.29] | In the case of a selfish believer |
| [01:44.00] | It' s strange to be lost |
| [01:46.32] | stranger still to belong |
| [01:48.95] | On the strings in a twisting line |
| [02:27.59] | And when the path |
| [02:29.60] | I have made |
| [02:30.37] | From the grass to the grave |
| [02:33.10] | I will love you still |
| [02:38.26] | And when the sand turns to glass |
| [02:40.99] | And all that' s left is the past |
| [02:43.68] | And I will love you still |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Carrabba |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Carrabba |
| [00:06.16] | A line of strands |
| [00:08.77] | to mark the trail |
| [00:11.50] | No one said it would be easy |
| [00:16.93] | I must admit |
| [00:19.44] | I' d thought the risk |
| [00:22.30] | was better waged in younger seasons |
| [00:26.24] | all these years in the cold |
| [00:29.29] | play hell on the throat |
| [00:32.40] | Until everything |
| [00:33.48] | I say burns like cinders |
| [00:36.97] | Well it' s hard to belong to a girl or a song |
| [00:42.41] | And the crease of a strangling winter |
| [00:48.30] | It' s strange to be lost |
| [00:50.26] | stranger still to belong |
| [00:53.00] | On the strings of a twisting lie |
| [01:02.29] | Along the way the turns are sharp |
| [01:06.98] | No one said they would be easy |
| [01:12.81] | I must admit |
| [01:15.53] | I thought the trip |
| [01:18.17] | was better made in younger seasons |
| [01:22.23] | But all these years in the pursuit |
| [01:25.30] | made a man of a fool |
| [01:28.30] | Till every word |
| [01:29.45] | I say is unwavered |
| [01:33.15] | Well it' s hard to belong to a girl or a psalm |
| [01:38.29] | In the case of a selfish believer |
| [01:44.00] | It' s strange to be lost |
| [01:46.32] | stranger still to belong |
| [01:48.95] | On the strings in a twisting line |
| [02:27.59] | And when the path |
| [02:29.60] | I have made |
| [02:30.37] | From the grass to the grave |
| [02:33.10] | I will love you still |
| [02:38.26] | And when the sand turns to glass |
| [02:40.99] | And all that' s left is the past |
| [02:43.68] | And I will love you still |