Set the fire to the third bar


I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from A 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
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, 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

Snow Patrol feat. Martha Wainwright
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2 thoughts on “Set the fire to the third bar

  1. @keep breathing and get away from ghosts

    Dear ancient phero, such things are not in our hands, love ghost haunts us especially if it is heart break then we are just help less.

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