No journal would publish a hypothesis as silly as this:
I've fallen for you
They wire me with tubes
They place me in front of you
They try to prove that love is a reaction

Hey, what are those scientists up to?
What are they out to prove?

They run every test, but still scratch their heads
Can you really call this progress?
You should unplug the cord;
Your blank clipboard shows the score of how it's bigger than us

Hey, what are those scientists up to?
What are they out to prove?

The mystery is the proof

There isn't a big enough net to intercept the orbit of love

Hey, what are those scientists up to?