Snow Patrol - Set the fire to the third bar - Cover
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I find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from me to where you'd be It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face My fingers 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 find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory Are like music to me
I'm 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.
I'm 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, pink wildfire The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping A joy you can't keep in
I'm 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.
I'm 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.
