| Song | Set the Fire to the Third Bar |
| Artist | Snow Patrol |
| Album | Eyes Open (Deluxe Edition) |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Connolly, Lightbody, Quinn ... |
| [00:11.130] | I find the map and draw a straight line |
| [00:16.880] | Over rivers, farms, and state lines |
| [00:21.550] | The distance from here to where you'd be |
| [00:26.510] | It's only finger-lengths that I see |
| [00:31.270] | I touch the place where I'd find your face |
| [00:41.210] | My finger in creases of distant dark places |
| [00:51.220] | I hang my coat up in the first bar |
| [00:56.400] | There is no peace that I've found so far |
| [01:01.300] | The laughter penetrates my silence |
| [01:05.950] | As drunken men find flaws in science |
| [01:11.380] | Their words mostly noises |
| [01:15.290] | Ghosts with just voices |
| [01:21.250] | Your words in my memory |
| [01:26.290] | Are like music to me |
| [01:31.190] | I'm miles from where you are |
| [01:35.030] | I lay down on the cold ground |
| [01:40.420] | I, I pray that something picks me up |
| [01:44.310] | And sets me down in your warm arms |
| [01:53.630] | After I have travelled so far |
| [01:58.620] | We'd set the fire to the third bar |
| [02:02.810] | We'd share each other like an island |
| [02:08.490] | Until exhausted, close our eyelids |
| [02:13.590] | And dreaming, pick up from |
| [02:18.440] | The last place we left off |
| [02:23.550] | Your soft skin is weeping |
| [02:28.030] | A joy you can't keep in |
| [02:33.640] | I'm miles from where you are |
| [02:37.120] | I lay down on the cold ground |
| [02:42.510] | And I, I pray that something picks me up |
| [02:47.110] | and sets me down in your warm arms |
| [02:54.110] | And miles from where you are |
| [02:57.500] | I lay down on the cold gound |
| [03:02.520] | and I, I pray that something picks me up |
| [03:08.010] | and sets me down in your warm arms |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Connolly, Lightbody, Quinn ... |
| [00:11.130] | I find the map and draw a straight line |
| [00:16.880] | Over rivers, farms, and state lines |
| [00:21.550] | The distance from here to where you' d be |
| [00:26.510] | It' s only fingerlengths that I see |
| [00:31.270] | I touch the place where I' d find your face |
| [00:41.210] | My finger in creases of distant dark places |
| [00:51.220] | I hang my coat up in the first bar |
| [00:56.400] | There is no peace that I' ve found so far |
| [01:01.300] | The laughter penetrates my silence |
| [01:05.950] | As drunken men find flaws in science |
| [01:11.380] | Their words mostly noises |
| [01:15.290] | Ghosts with just voices |
| [01:21.250] | Your words in my memory |
| [01:26.290] | Are like music to me |
| [01:31.190] | I' m miles from where you are |
| [01:35.030] | I lay down on the cold ground |
| [01:40.420] | I, I pray that something picks me up |
| [01:44.310] | And sets me down in your warm arms |
| [01:53.630] | After I have travelled so far |
| [01:58.620] | We' d set the fire to the third bar |
| [02:02.810] | We' d share each other like an island |
| [02:08.490] | Until exhausted, close our eyelids |
| [02:13.590] | And dreaming, pick up from |
| [02:18.440] | The last place we left off |
| [02:23.550] | Your soft skin is weeping |
| [02:28.030] | A joy you can' t keep in |
| [02:33.640] | I' m miles from where you are |
| [02:37.120] | I lay down on the cold ground |
| [02:42.510] | And I, I pray that something picks me up |
| [02:47.110] | and sets me down in your warm arms |
| [02:54.110] | And miles from where you are |
| [02:57.500] | I lay down on the cold gound |
| [03:02.520] | and I, I pray that something picks me up |
| [03:08.010] | and sets me down in your warm arms |