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The Chambers And The Valves Songtext
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.
(Thanks to Jubilee for these lyrics)
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.
(Thanks to Jubilee for these lyrics)
LIDDLE, PETER DUNCAN / TAYLOR, MATTHEW / MILLER, SCOTT / WARREN, JONATHAN / HARVEY, WILLIAM
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