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  wanting  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  my  fragile  spell

If  in  a  week's  time  you're  not  mine

Im  gonna  touch  that  live  line

Oh  that  live  line

Oh  that  live  line

Into  the  morning  this  train  is  jerking  on

I'm  not  sure  of  what  I'm  running  from

Its  so  hard  to  love  you  when  your  love  is  gone

Let  go  of  the  hold  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