Set the fire to the third bar - Snow Patrol

I find a map & draw a straight line.
Over rivers, farms, & 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 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.
& I, I pray that something picks me up.
& sets me down in your warm arms.

After I have traveled so far,
We'd set the fire to the third bar.
We'd share each other luke an island.
Until exhausted, close our eyelids.

& dreaming, pick up from.
The last olace we left off.
Your soft skin is weeping.
A joy you can't keep it.

I'm miles from where you are.
I lay down on the cold ground.
& I, I pray that something picks me up.
& sets me down in your warm arms.




The best mellow song that express my condition for these moments.