Set the Fire to the Third Bar (feat. Martha Wainwright)

I find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms and state lines The distance from A to where you'd B It's only finger lengths that I see I touch the place Where I'd find your face My fingers increases 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 And 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 traveled 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 And 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 And 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