martes, 13 de abril de 2010

Set The Fire To The Third Bar (Snow Patrol & Martha Wainwright)

3 comentarios:

Susan dijo...

Preciosa canción para escuchar en una tarde lluviosa.

Gracias, un saludo desde Alicante.

delarica@unav.es dijo...

Gracias a ti, Susan. A mí me deja sin aliento, aunque la letra es un poco triste, ¿no crees?

delarica@unav.es dijo...

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers increases of distance of places

I hang my coat up 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 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 traveled 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
A joy 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

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