Thru the Line

Send your soul through the Line And set your mind next to me. Though my eyes are tired as look In the fire, It's your face I see. And the scent on the Scarf That you sent to me Lingers On in my mind, A precious memory. This cold cruel moon On this cold dark night Reminds me of When we held That fire. It hurts so much And this pain goes on Forever 'cause I Can't recall Who I felt Was right. So send your soul through the line And set your mind next To me. Though my eyes are Tired as I look in the Fire, it's your face I See. Though my eyes are tired as I look In the fire, It's your face I see