Aman Out Of Character.

My mun made me post these, I don't know why.

Snow Patrol: Set the Fire to the Third Bar

I find a map and draw a straight line
Over rivers farms and state lines
The distance from A to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places

...

I'm miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
I pray that someone picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms.

Fiona Apple: Oh, Sailor.

And what a thing to know what could be instead
Oh what a blessed curse to see
It took the agenda from its place in my bed
Made a merry paramour of me

O' sailor why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Saying there's nothing to it
And then lettin' it go by the boards

O' sailor why'd you do it
What'd you do that for
Giving me eyes to view it
As it goes by the boards

Seriously. Why? What are you up to?