The Chambers & The Valves
Two young hearts will meet in the middle,And a light will flicker on, where there once was none.Where does love come from?The bodies in the firmament are spinning like a plate;I was lost in the fission before you came.
I could write this down, I could turn this car around.In the land of mistakes I should lay my crosses down.And I pray for your health, and I tell myself“It’s the chambers and the valves that pump the sentiment around.”But I swallow the words and I close my mouth.
If every constellation above us has a counterpart below,How are we to know, dear? How are we to know?Fortune hangs around us like a funerary wreath.I was down in the heart of the ground beneath.
I could write this down, I could turn this car around.In the land of mistakes I should lay my crosses down.And I pray for your health, and I tell myself“It’s the chambers and the valves that pump the sentiment around.”But I swallow the words and I close my mouth.
I could write this down, I could turn this car around.In the land of mistakes I should lay my crosses down.And I pray for your health, and I tell myself“It’s the chambers and the valves that pump the sentiment around.”But I swallow the words and I close my mouth.