Dashboard Confessional – Hell On The Throat (Guitar)

A                  D
  A line of strands to mark the trail

D          E            A
No one said  it would be easy

A
  I must admit

D                    D
  I thought that risk was better 

E               A
waged in younger seasons

              F#m
And all these years in the cold 

     A
play hell on the throat

      D
Until everything I say 

           A
burns like cinders

         A         E/G#
But it's hard to belong 

     F#m       E
to a girl or a song

       D            E        A
In the crease of a strangling winter

      A            E/G#
It's strange to be lost

          F#m        E
Stranger still to be lone on 

     R           E       A
the strings of a twisting line

A              D
  Along the way the 

D          E
No one said  they 

         A
would be easy

A
  I must admit 

D                   D
  I thought the trip was better 

E              A
made in younger seasons

              F#m
But all these years in pursuit 

       A
made a man of a fool

     D                      A
Till every word I say is on waver

          A         E/G#
Well it's hard to belong 

     F#m       E
To a girl or a song 

       D         E
In the case of a selfish believer

      A            E/G#
It's strange to be lost 

 F#m              E
Stranger still to belong on 

     D           E       A
the strings in a twisting line 

A              E/G#       F#m
  And when the path I have made 

         E           D
From the grass to the grave

       E        A
I will love you still

A              E/G#         F#m
  And when the sand turns to glass 

               E          D
And all that's left is the past

       E        A(hold)
I will love you still