Live Line

Waiting for a late train, full of hate Just track and city beyond the gate The breath of an ugly stranger in my face Just waitin to get the hell out of this place If in a weeks time you are not mine I'm gonna touch that live line Oh that live line Oh that live line I was your heaven I was your hell I was at the scene when your true love fell A murderer sweeping up it's broken shell Pocketing the dust and dirt of our fragile spell If in a weeks time you are not mine I'm gonna touch that live line Oh that live line Oh that live line Into the morning this train jerkin on I not sure of what I'm running from It's so hard to love you when your love is gone Let go of the hope that I've had for so long If in a weeks time you are not mine I'm gonna touch that live line If in a weeks time you are not mine I'm gonna touch that live line Oh that live line