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