Paroles The chambers and the valves Dry The River

The chambers and 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,

But 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.