Translation of Set the fire to the third bar by Snow Patrol

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I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from ŽAŽ to where youŽd be
ItŽs only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where IŽd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that IŽve 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
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
WeŽd set the fire to the third bar
WeŽd 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 canŽt 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
Translate to:

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from ŽAŽ to where youŽd be
ItŽs only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where IŽd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that IŽve 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
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
WeŽd set the fire to the third bar
WeŽd 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 canŽt 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