Set The Fire To The Third Bar by Snow Patrol featuring Martha Wainwright
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from A to where you'd be
It's only finger lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger's in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men fight flaws in science
The words mostly noises, ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory are like music to me
And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground and I,
I pray that something picks me up and
Sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted close our eyelids
And dreaming pick up from the last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping a joy you can't keep in
And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground and I,
I pray that something picks me up and
Sets me down in your warm arms
And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground and I,
I pray that something picks me up and
Sets me down in your warm arms
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