Snow Patrol - Set the fire to the third bar

^Bm I find the ^Amap and draw a ^Gstraight line^Bm Over ^Arivers, farms, and ^Gstate lines^Bm The distance ^Afrom "A" to where ^Gyou'd be^Bm It's only ^Afinger lengths that ^GI see^Bm I touch the ^Apl^Gace^Bm Where I'd find your ^Afa^Gce^Bm My fingers in ^Acrea^Gses^Bm Of distant dark ^Apla^Gces^Bm I hang my ^Acoat up in the ^Gfirst bar^Bm There is no ^Apeace that I've felt ^Gso far^Bm The laughter ^Apenetrates my ^Gsilence^Bm As drunken ^Amen find flaws in ^Gscience^Bm

Their words mostly ^Anoi^Gses^Bm Ghosts with just ^Avoi^Gces^Bm Your words in my ^Amemo^Gry^Bm Are like music ^Ato ^Gme ^Bm

I'm miles from ^Dwhere you are, I^A, lay down on the^G cold ground I^Bm, I pray that something ^Dpicks me up And,^A sets me down in your^Cadd9 warm arms

^Bm After ^AI have traveled ^Gso far^Bm We'd set the ^Afire to the ^Gthird bar^Bm We'd share each ^Aother like an ^Gisland^Bm Until ex^Ahausted, close our ^Geyelids^Bm

And dreaming pick ^Aup ^Gfrom^Bm The last place we ^Aleft ^Goff^Bm Your soft skin is ^Aweep^Ging^Bm A joy you can't ^Akeep ^Gin ^Bm

I'm miles from ^Dwhere you are, I^A, lay down on the^G cold ground And I^Bm, I pray that something ^Dpicks me up and^A Sets me down in your^Cadd9 warm arms^Bm

I'm miles from ^Dwhere you are I^A, lay down on the^G cold ground and I^Bm, I pray that something ^Dpicks me up and^A sets me down in your^Cadd9 warm arms^Bm