I lay down on the cold ground
I'm miles from where you are
I touch the place
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
Over rivers, farms and state lines
I lay down on the cold ground
The last place we left off
Your words in my memory
Your soft skin is weeping
And sets me down in your warm arms
We'd set the fire to the third bar
Songwriters: Nathan Connolly, Gary Lightbody, Jonathan Graham Quinn, Tom Simpson, Paul Wilson
I, I pray that something picks me up
I lay down on the cold ground
As drunken men find flaws in science
The laughter penetrates my silence
Where I'd find your face
It's only finger-lengths that I see
Publisher: BIG LIFE MUSIC LTD.
I find the map and draw a straight line
Ghosts with just voices
We'd share each other like an island
Of distant dark places
My fingers increases
And sets me down in your warm arms
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
I hang my coat up in the first bar
And dreaming, pick up from
And I, I pray that something picks me up
There is no peace that I've found so far
Their word's mostly noises
After I have traveled so far
And miles from where you are
Are like music to me
A joy you can't keep in
The distance from here to where you'd be
I'm miles from where you are