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.
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.
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.
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.