David Wax Museum - Unfruitful lyrics

I met you at the door Haven't I seen you before? I wanted to say but my lips they were sealed Two spokes in the same wheel At least, that's how I feel When you're on top, I'll go underneath The stars go at your feet When you're on a wheel that is complete And a senseless world starts to make sense What we lack in our defense We make up for in circumference Let's you and I set this wheel aflame Chorus Tunnels in the same Tunnels in the same Like two worms we have opened Tunnels in the same Tunnels in the same Tunnels in the same apple At a fence two horses, one dappled Came to us as to a chapel Against your outreached hand, the grey one nuzzled I thought of all the gas we'd guzzled And the love that we'd kept muzzled To reach these horses in their brown and trampled plot Like two tightly wound knots We watched the clouds like dark inkblots Begin to soak their way across the sky Sun a blackening eye Rain churning the field into a pigsty Car slowly filling up with shame Chorus Our parallel searching has been without fruit until now