Your Antique Organ Lyrics

Inside the programmed tones of your antique organ
Where I barely made a sound
I heard you shine for the first

You made the settings push and pull
You created the future and the fool
While I played into every guideline

Seems our vital signs realign at the same time every year

You know I see myself in his disposition
And the way he moves
And the way he ties his shoes

In a comparison by correlation
A curtain cunning ruse
So predictable it must be true

Seems our vital signs realign at the same time every year

But I worry for you
Every evening I seem concerned
And we'd always say
That we both would be okay if left alone

I worry for you
And all to often I'll return
And we'd always say that we both would be okay alone

When our vital signs realign
Vital signs realign