Snow Patrol - Set the fire to the third bar

I find the ma^Ap and draw a str^Gaight line ^Bm Over ri^Avers, farms, and^G state lines ^Bm The dis^Atance from me to^G where you'd be ^Bm It's on^Aly finger-length^Gs that I see ^Bm

I touch the pl^Aac^Ge ^Bm where I'd find your ^Afa^Gce^Bm My fingers in crea^Ases^{G Bm} of distant dark places ^{A G Bm}

I hang my co^Aat up in t^Ghe first bar ^Bm There is no p^Aeace that ^GI've felt so ^Bmfar The laughter ^Apenetrates^G my silence ^Bm As drunken me^An find fla^Gws in science^Bm

Their words mostly no^Ais^Ges^Bm Ghosts with just voi^Ace^Gs ^Bm Your words in my me^Amo^Gry^Bm Are like music to m^Ae ^{G Bm}

^BmI'm miles from where you^D are, ^AI lay down on the cold g^Ground ^BmI pray that something pi^Dcks me up ^AAnd sets me down in your^Cadd9 warm arms

After I^A have trav^Gelled so far ^Bm We'd set t^Ahe fire to^G the third ba^Bmr We'd share e^Aach other ^Glike an islan^Bmd Until exhau^Asted, clos^Ge our eyelids^Bm

And dreaming pink wil^Adf^Gir^Bme The last place we left^A o^Gff^Bm Your soft skin is w^Aee^Gpi^Bmng A joy you can't keep^A i^Gt ^Bm

^BmI'm miles from where you^D are, ^AI lay down on the cold g^Ground ^BmAnd I pray that somethin^Dg picks me up ^Aand sets me down in your^Cadd9 warm arms

^BmI'm miles from where you^D are, ^AI lay down on the cold g^Ground ^BmI pray that something pi^Dcks me up ^Aand sets me down in your^Cadd9 warm arms