Track 6, SP, modified.

IÂ’ll find a map and draw a straight line
Over it the South Coast state lies
The distance from me to where youÂ’d be
Its only a finger less, that I see
I touch the place
Where IÂ’d find your face
My fingers in creases
Of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that IÂ’ve found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
Cos drunken men find flaws in silence
Their words mostly noises
Cos its just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

The miles away from where you are
IÂ’ll lay you down on the cold ground
IÂ’ll pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have traveled so far
WeÂ’d set the fire to the third bar
WeÂ’d share each other like an island
Until exhausted, weÂ’d close our eyelids