Song | Set The Fire To The Third Bar |
Artist | Snow Patrol |
Artist | Martha Wainwright |
Album | Up To Now |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Connolly, Lightbody, Quinn ... |
[00:05.36] | featuring Martha Wainwright |
[00:09.36] | |
[00:11.36] | I find the map and draw a straight line |
[00:16.67] | Over rivers, farms, and state lines |
[00:21.33] | The distance from here to where you’d be |
[00:26.30] | It’s only finger-lengths that I see |
[00:31.59] | I touch the place where I’d find your face |
[00:41.24] | My finger in creases of distant dark places |
[00:50.24] | |
[00:51.38] | I hang my coat up in the first bar |
[00:56.34] | There is no peace that I’ve found so far |
[01:01.31] | The laughter penetrates my silence |
[01:06.25] | As drunken men find flaws in science |
[01:10.28] | |
[01:11.34] | Their words mostly noises |
[01:16.26] | Ghosts with just voices |
[01:21.25] | Your words in my memory |
[01:26.19] | Are like music to me |
[01:29.57] | |
[01:31.26] | I’m miles from where you are, |
[01:34.79] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[01:39.79] | I, I pray that something picks me up |
[01:44.72] | And sets me down in your warm arms |
[01:50.04] | |
[01:54.07] | After I have travelled so far |
[01:58.79] | We’d set the fire to the third bar |
[02:03.60] | We’d share each other like an island |
[02:08.64] | Until exhausted, close our eyelids |
[02:13.61] | And dreaming, pick up from |
[02:18.58] | The last place we left off |
[02:23.64] | Your soft skin is weeping |
[02:28.74] | A joy you can’t keep in |
[02:32.05] | |
[02:33.83] | I’m miles from where you are, |
[02:37.39] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[02:42.29] | And I, I pray that something picks me up |
[02:47.25] | and sets me down in your warm arms |
[02:52.75] | |
[02:53.94] | And miles from where you are, |
[02:57.31] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[03:02.10] | and I, I pray that something picks me up |
[03:07.13] | and sets me down in your warm arms |
[03:12.68] | |
[03:15.07] | |
[03:19.92] | |
[03:21.70] | END |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Connolly, Lightbody, Quinn ... |
[00:05.36] | featuring Martha Wainwright |
[00:09.36] | |
[00:11.36] | I find the map and draw a straight line |
[00:16.67] | Over rivers, farms, and state lines |
[00:21.33] | The distance from here to where you' d be |
[00:26.30] | It' s only fingerlengths that I see |
[00:31.59] | I touch the place where I' d find your face |
[00:41.24] | My finger in creases of distant dark places |
[00:50.24] | |
[00:51.38] | I hang my coat up in the first bar |
[00:56.34] | There is no peace that I' ve found so far |
[01:01.31] | The laughter penetrates my silence |
[01:06.25] | As drunken men find flaws in science |
[01:10.28] | |
[01:11.34] | Their words mostly noises |
[01:16.26] | Ghosts with just voices |
[01:21.25] | Your words in my memory |
[01:26.19] | Are like music to me |
[01:29.57] | |
[01:31.26] | I' m miles from where you are, |
[01:34.79] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[01:39.79] | I, I pray that something picks me up |
[01:44.72] | And sets me down in your warm arms |
[01:50.04] | |
[01:54.07] | After I have travelled so far |
[01:58.79] | We' d set the fire to the third bar |
[02:03.60] | We' d share each other like an island |
[02:08.64] | Until exhausted, close our eyelids |
[02:13.61] | And dreaming, pick up from |
[02:18.58] | The last place we left off |
[02:23.64] | Your soft skin is weeping |
[02:28.74] | A joy you can' t keep in |
[02:32.05] | |
[02:33.83] | I' m miles from where you are, |
[02:37.39] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[02:42.29] | And I, I pray that something picks me up |
[02:47.25] | and sets me down in your warm arms |
[02:52.75] | |
[02:53.94] | And miles from where you are, |
[02:57.31] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[03:02.10] | and I, I pray that something picks me up |
[03:07.13] | and sets me down in your warm arms |
[03:12.68] | |
[03:15.07] | |
[03:19.92] | |
[03:21.70] | END |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Connolly, Lightbody, Quinn ... |
[00:05.36] | featuring Martha Wainwright |
[00:09.36] | |
[00:11.36] | I find the map and draw a straight line |
[00:16.67] | Over rivers, farms, and state lines |
[00:21.33] | The distance from here to where you' d be |
[00:26.30] | It' s only fingerlengths that I see |
[00:31.59] | I touch the place where I' d find your face |
[00:41.24] | My finger in creases of distant dark places |
[00:50.24] | |
[00:51.38] | I hang my coat up in the first bar |
[00:56.34] | There is no peace that I' ve found so far |
[01:01.31] | The laughter penetrates my silence |
[01:06.25] | As drunken men find flaws in science |
[01:10.28] | |
[01:11.34] | Their words mostly noises |
[01:16.26] | Ghosts with just voices |
[01:21.25] | Your words in my memory |
[01:26.19] | Are like music to me |
[01:29.57] | |
[01:31.26] | I' m miles from where you are, |
[01:34.79] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[01:39.79] | I, I pray that something picks me up |
[01:44.72] | And sets me down in your warm arms |
[01:50.04] | |
[01:54.07] | After I have travelled so far |
[01:58.79] | We' d set the fire to the third bar |
[02:03.60] | We' d share each other like an island |
[02:08.64] | Until exhausted, close our eyelids |
[02:13.61] | And dreaming, pick up from |
[02:18.58] | The last place we left off |
[02:23.64] | Your soft skin is weeping |
[02:28.74] | A joy you can' t keep in |
[02:32.05] | |
[02:33.83] | I' m miles from where you are, |
[02:37.39] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[02:42.29] | And I, I pray that something picks me up |
[02:47.25] | and sets me down in your warm arms |
[02:52.75] | |
[02:53.94] | And miles from where you are, |
[02:57.31] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[03:02.10] | and I, I pray that something picks me up |
[03:07.13] | and sets me down in your warm arms |
[03:12.68] | |
[03:15.07] | |
[03:19.92] | |
[03:21.70] | END |