where we be

i find a 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
as i lay down on the cold ground
i, i pray that somethings picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

_snow patrol