* As recorded by Buddy Mondlock
Lines in your face
Lines on a mirror
Lines that you trace
in the dust of your years
Lines you have used
that they usually buy
but she can see through
to the fear in your eyes
You never spent an honest night before
Now she's asking you for more
You're on the edge of something real this time
On the edge of what you feel this time
Can you cross that line
You learn when you're young
not to cry when it hurts
To lie when it's done
and to always leave first
No scenes
No tears, no pain
Nothing to remind you
but a number and a name
She remembers everyone she's touched
Why is she asking for so much
You're on the edge of something real this time
On the edge of what you feel this time
On the edge of a knife
that can wound you or cut through your chains
On the edge of a life
that was always enough ‘til she came
Lines in your face
Lines on a mirror
Lines that you trace
in the dust of your years
Lines you have used
that they usually buy
but she can see through
to the fear in your eyes
You never spent an honest night before
Now she's asking you for more
You're on the edge of something real this time
On the edge of what you feel this time
Can you cross that line
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