"Live Line" Lyrics

Waiting for a train, full of hate
Just track and city beyond the gate
The breath of an ugly stranger in my face
Just waiting to get the hell out of this place

If in a week's time you're 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 our true love fell
A murderer sweeping up its broken shell
Pocketing the dust and the dirt from our fragile spell

If in a week's time you're not mine
I'm gonna touch that live line
Oh that live line
Oh that live line

Into the morning this train's jerking on
I'm 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 week's time you're not mine
I'm gonna touch that live line
If in a week's time you're not mine
I'm gonna touch that live line
Oh that live line