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 finger in creases.
Of distant dark 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 gound.
I, I pray that something picks me up.
And. Sets me down in your warm arms.

After all I've travelled so far.
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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 gound.
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 gound.
and I, I pray that something picks me up
And. Sets me down in your warm arms.

Thanks to Jamez. for these lyrics

Thanks to Sukisue for correcting these lyrics

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