Live Line

Live Line - Graham Coxon

Written by：Graham Coxon

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 it's broken shell

Pocketing the dust and the dirt from my 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 is 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 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