Dry the River - Chambers and the valves

T^Awo young hearts will meet in the middle And a l^Bmight will flicker on Wh^Bm9ere there once was none Wh^Aere does love come from?

The bo^Adies in the firmament are spi^Bmnning like a plate; ^Bm9I was lost in the fission before you c^Aame

I could wr^Dite this down, I could turn this car ar^Aound In the la^Dnd of mistakes I should lay my crosses d^Aown And I p^Dray for your health, and I tell myself It's the cham^Abers and the valves that pump the sentiment around But I swa^Bmllow the words and I cl^Dose my mouth

If ev^Aery constellation above us has a cou^Bmnterpart below H^Bm9ow are we to know, dear? H^Aow are we to know? For^Atune hangs around us like a fu^Bmnerary wreath ^Bm9I was down in the heart of the ground beneath

I could wr^Dite this down, I could turn this car ar^Aound In the la^Dnd of mistakes I should lay my crosses d^Aown And I p^Dray for your health, and I tell myself It's the cha^Ambers and the valves that pump the sentiment around But I swa^Bmllow the words and I cl^Dose my mouth ^A

I could wr^Dite this down, I could turn this car ar^Aound In the la^Dnd of mistakes I should lay my crosses d^Aown And I p^Dray for your health, and I tell myself It's the cha^Ambers and the valves that pump the sentiment around But I swa^Bmllow the words and I cl^Dose my mouth^A