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?