Set the Fire to the Third Bar

And I, I pray that something picks me up
The distance from here to where you'd be
Your soft skin is weeping

We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
I lay down on the cold ground

Until exhausted, close our eyelids
I lay down on the cold ground

As drunken men find flaws in science
And miles from where you are

Are like music to me
I hang my coat up in the first bar
I touch the place
And I, I pray that something picks me up
After I have traveled so far
Where I'd find your face
The last place we left off
And dreaming, pick up from
A joy you can't keep in
Ghosts with just voices

Their word's mostly noises
And sets me down in your warm arms
Of distant dark places
There is no peace that I've found so far
It's only finger-lengths that I see
The laughter penetrates my silence
Your words in my memory
I'm miles from where you are
I'm miles from where you are

And sets me down in your warm arms

My fingers increases
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up