"Set the fire to the third bar" by Snow Patrol is about someone trying to go on a journey to find someone they love. This song has a lot of figurative language. The first type i notice is a personation. "Ghosts with just voices" This is personation because ghost can’t talk. Another example is "your skin is wheeping" because skin cant wheep or cry. We'd share each other like an island" This is simile because it is comparing to thing using like. The only repetition is the chores. This song has no rhyme scheme which makes it free verse. This is one of my favorite songs.
"Set the fire to the thrid bar"
Snow Patrol
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 I have travelled so far
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
"Set the fire to the thrid bar"
Snow Patrol
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 I have travelled so far
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