The Dark - Sarah Slean

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?