[00:06.70]A line of strands
[00:08.66]to mark the trail
[00:10.86]No one said it would be easy
[00:16.74]I must admit
[00:19.26]I'd thought the risk
[00:21.44]was better waged in younger seasons
[00:26.90]all these years in the cold
[00:29.11]play hell on the throat
[00:31.86]Until everything
[00:33.44]I say burns like cinders
[00:37.12]Well it's hard to belong to a girl or a song
[00:42.15]And the crease of a strangling winter
[00:47.96]It's strange to be lost
[00:50.40]stranger still to belong
[00:52.89]On the strings of a twisting lie
[01:01.89]Along the way the turns are sharp
[01:06.87]No one said they would be easy
[01:12.61]I must admit
[01:15.36]I thought the trip
[01:18.60]was better made in younger seasons
[01:22.18]But all these years in the pursuit
[01:25.13]made a man of a fool
[01:27.97]Till every word
[01:29.53]I say is unwavered
[01:32.88]Well it's hard to belong to a girl or a psalm
[01:38.17]In the case of a selfish believer
[01:43.88]It's strange to be lost
[01:46.12]stranger still to belong
[01:48.81]On the strings in a twisting line
[02:38.11]And when the path
[02:39.59]I have made
[02:40.94]From the grass to the grave
[02:43.46]I will love you still
[02:48.83]And when the sand turns to glass
[02:51.53]And all that's left is the past
[02:54.15]And I will love you still