She spins magnetic rings

Around the dark violet heart of god

She's a magnetic field,

Shower of sparks,

When she comes on.



There's a silent charge

In a coil of wire

When 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

When 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..."