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.
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 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.