Into It. Over It. 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
