[ti:Set The Fire To The Third Bar featuring Martha Wainwright]
[ar:Snow Patrol]
[al:Eyes Open]

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[00:00.00]Snow Patrol - Set The Fire To The Third Bar
[00:05.36]featuring Martha Wainwright
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[00:11.36]I find the map and draw a straight line
[00:16.67]Over rivers, farms, and state lines
[00:21.33]The distance from here to where you’d be
[00:26.30]It’s only finger-lengths that I see
[00:31.59]I touch the place where I’d find your face
[00:41.24]My finger in creases of distant dark places
[00:50.24]
[00:51.38]I hang my coat up in the first bar
[00:56.34]There is no peace that I’ve found so far
[01:01.31]The laughter penetrates my silence
[01:06.25]As drunken men find flaws in science
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[01:11.34]Their words mostly noises
[01:16.26]Ghosts with just voices
[01:21.25]Your words in my memory
[01:26.19]Are like music to me
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[01:31.26]I’m miles from where you are,
[01:34.79]I lay down on the cold ground
[01:39.79]I, I pray that something picks me up
[01:44.72]And sets me down in your warm arms
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[01:54.07]After I have travelled so far
[01:58.79]We’d set the fire to the third bar
[02:03.60]We’d share each other like an island
[02:08.64]Until exhausted, close our eyelids
[02:13.61]And dreaming, pick up from
[02:18.58]The last place we left off
[02:23.64]Your soft skin is weeping
[02:28.74]A joy you can’t keep in
[02:32.05]
[02:33.83]I’m miles from where you are,
[02:37.39]I lay down on the cold ground
[02:42.29]And I, I pray that something picks me up
[02:47.25]and sets me down in your warm arms
[02:52.75]
[02:53.94]And miles from where you are,
[02:57.31]I lay down on the cold ground
[03:02.10]and I, I pray that something picks me up
[03:07.13]and sets me down in your warm arms
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[03:21.70]END