Set the Fire To the Third Bar - Snow Patrol&Martha Wainwright

　　I find the map and draw a straight line

　　Over rivers' farms' and state lines

　　The distance from here 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 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

　　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

　　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

　　And miles from where you are'

　　I lay down on the cold gound

　　and I' I pray that something picks me up

　　and sets me down in your warm arms