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Set the Fire to the Third Bar Текст Песни lyrics
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(feat. Martha Wainwright) |
| I find the map and draw a straight line |
| Over rivers, farms, and 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 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 gound |
| 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 gound |
| And I, I pray that something picks me up |
| and sets me down in your warm arms |
| And miles from where you are, |
| I lay down on the cold gound |
| and I, I pray that something picks me up |
| and sets me down in your warm arms |