The Dark

we turn up our receivers and we point them to the sky
and then we wonder is the emptiness alive?
I can feel it coming in like fire in the belly like a prayer in the blood
Working in you the machinery of love
I can feel it coming in from infinite ways infinite directions
infinite ways infinite directions
The dark, endless dark and the whirling stars
where is love but the human heart?
We turn off our receivers and we listen to the mind
deep in our bones there is a factory of light
I can feel it coming in like fire in the belly, like a thunder in the skull
Oh relentless, the machinery of love
I can feel it coming in from infinite ways, infinite directions
infinite ways, infinite direction
The dark, endless dark and the whirling stars
where is love but the human heart?
where is love but the human heart?
The dark, endless dark and the whirling stars
where is love but the human heart?