Set the Fire to the Third Bar (Snow Patrol)

I find the map and draw a straight lineOver rivers, farms, and state linesThe distance from here to where you'd beIt's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the placeWhere I'd find your faceMy fingers in creasesOf distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first barThere is no peace that I've found so farThe laughter penetrates my silenceAs drunken men find flaws in science
Their words, mostly noisesGhosts with just voicesYour words in my memoryAre like music to me
I'm miles from where you areI lay down on the cold groundAnd I, I pray that something picks me upAnd sets me down in your warm arms
After I have traveled so farWe'd set the fire to the third barWe'd share each other like an islandUntil exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up fromThe last place we left offYour soft skin is weepingA joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you areI lay down on the cold groundAnd I, I pray that something picks me upAnd sets me down in your warm arms
I'm miles from where you areI lay down on the cold groundAnd I, I pray that something picks me upAnd sets me down in your warm arms