The Line

She looks out her window

And the stars don't feel that far away

She watches the wind blow

Blowing all her problems away

But then she'll ask, as she cleans up the glass

"Is this the line?

Is this the line?

Is this the line between heaven and hell?

Is this the line where I get up and walk out?

Is this the line where you get drunk you yell?"

She fixes her make-up

Treading lightly on the floor

Hoping he won't wake up

As she makes her way towards the door

But then she'll say, as she waves him away

"Is this the line?

Is this the line?

Is this the line between heaven and hell?

Is this the line where I get up and walk out?

Is this the line where you get drunk you yell?"

She says "I've lived my life like a diamond

Bright and hard like a diamond"

She says "I've lived my life like a diamond

Bright and hard like a diamond"