Snow Patrol - If There’s a Rocket Tie Me to It Lyrics and Video

If There’s a Rocket Tie Me to It by Snow Patrol, Music Video and Lyrics

If There’s a Rocket Tie Me to It is the third single by Northern Ireland-based alternative rock group, Snow Patrol, from their fifth album A Hundred Million Suns.
The album was written by Snow Patrol and has been produced by long time producer Jacknife Lee (Bloc Party, REM, U2). It was released on October 2008 and debuted at #2 in the UK with sales of 100,330.

The song was recorded through Summer 2008 in Hansa Studios in Berlin and will be released on 9 March 2009.

You can listen the song here, this is the official video.

Snow Patrol - If There’s a Rocket Tie Me to It Lyrics

Two weeks later like a surplus reprieve
I found a hair the length of yours on my sleeve,
I wound it round and round my finger so tight
It turned to purple and a pulse formed in sight,
And I knew the beat cause it marched your own beat
I still remember that from our chest to chest then feet to feet
The easy silence then was a sweet relief to this hush,
Of oven airplanes and of distant car points

A fire a fire, you can only take what you can carry,
A pulse, you’re pulse, it’s the only thing I can remember
I break, you don’t, I was always set to self-destruct, though
The fire, the fire, the cracks and the barks like primal music

I set I knew the beat cause it marched your own beat.
It’s become my engine my own source of heat
I see between us oh the amplifies the sound waves,
And every hum and echo in crash paints my cave

A fire a fire, you can only take what you can carry,
A pulse, you’re pulse, it’s the only thing I can remember
I break, you don’t, I was always set to self-destruct, though
The fire, the fire, the cracks and the barks like primal music
La la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la, la la la la la
A fire a fire, you can only take what you can carry,
A pulse, you’re pulse, it’s the only thing I can remember
I break, you don’t, I was always set to self-destruct, though
The fire, the fire, the cracks and the barks like primal music


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