Your Antique Organ

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