🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Set The Fire To The Third Bar (ft. Martha Wainwright) - Snow Patrol

 I find  map and draw a straight line
 Over rivers,  and state lines
 The distance from  to where you'd be
 It's only finger-lengths Jobby that I 
 I touch the place  I'd find your face
  finger in creases of distant dark places
 
  hang my coat up in the first bar
 There is no peace that I've found  far
 The laughter  my silence
 As drunken men find flaws in 
 
  words mostly noises
 Ghosts  just voices
 Your words in my 
 Are like  to me
 
 I'm miles from  you are,
 I lay down on the cold 
 I, I pray that something picks me 
  sets me down in your warm arms
 
 After I  travelled so far
 We'd set  fire to the third bar
 We'd share each  like an island
  exhausted, close our eyelids
 And dreaming,  up from
 The last place  left off
 Your  skin is weeping
  joy you can't keep in
 
 I'm miles  where you are,
 I lay down on the  ground
 And I, I pray that something picks me 
 and sets me down in  warm arms
 
 I'm miles from  you are,
 I lay down on the cold 
  I, I pray that something picks me up
 and sets me down  your warm arms