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.

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.

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.