[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