| Song | The Chambers & The Valves - Single Version |
| Artist | Dry the River |
| Album | The Chambers & The Valves |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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. |