Thursday

Lyrics

She spins magnetic rings
Around the dark violet heart of god
And she's a magnetic field, a shower of sparks when she comes on.

There's a silent charge in a coil of wire where the currents pass
right through it, we're coupled lines in lightning strikes, we jump
like birds on a vine.
We're the magnets caught in a metal heart where the blood is pumping
through it. When the needle spins it sings, "Feels like we're in love"

He spins magnetic rings that fall apart when he's removed from her.
He's a magnetic field under the silver of clouds
Where the lining of skies looks like the dirt on the ground.
His only true north is down.

There's a silent charge in a coil of wire where the currents pass
right through it, we're coupled lines in lightning strikes, we jump
like birds on a vine.
We're the magnets caught in a metal heart where the blood is pumping
through it. When the needle spins it sings, "Feels like we're in lo..."