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. |