Snow Patrol

I find a map ad draw a straight line,

Over rivers, farms and state lines.

The distance from me to where you'd be,

It's only finger-lengths that I see.

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I touch the place

Where I'd find your face.

My fingers in creases,

Of distant dark places.

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I hand my coat up on the first bar.

There is no peace that I've found so far.

Their laughter penetrates my silence,

As drunken men find flaws in science.

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Their words mostly noises,

Ghosts with just voices.

Your words in my memory,

Feel like music to me.

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I'm miles from where you are,

I lay down on the cold ground and

I pray that something picks me up and

Sets me down in your warm arms.

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I miss him so much.