Snow Patrol – Set The Fire To The Third Bar (feat. Martha Wainwright) Lyric

aus dem Album Eyes Open

I find a map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farmes and state lines
The distance from a to where you’d be
It’s only finger-lenghts 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’s 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 eachother like an island
Until exhausted, close your 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
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
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms