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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 till everything I say burns like cinders, why 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 be lone in 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 the pursuit made a man of a fool, till every word I say is on waver. Why it's hard to belong to a girl or a song in the case of a selfish believer, it's strange to be lost and stranger still to be lone in the strings in a twisting line [x2] 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. Aus Songtexte Mania