your words in my memory are like music to me

i find the map and draw a straight line
over rivers, farms and state lines
the distance from "a" to where you'd be
it's only finger-lengths that i see
i touch the place where i'd find your face
my finger in creases of distant dark places

i hang up my coat 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 are mostly noises
ghosts with just voices
your words in my memory
are like music to me

i'm miles from where you are
i lay down on the cold ground
i, i pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

after i have travelled 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
ajoy you can't keep in

i'm 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

"set fire to the third bar" by snow patrol

if you haven't heard it, go youtube it immediately. amazing, amazing song. it's from the new movie, "dear john."