Lyrics Your Antique Organ - 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 time
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 curt and 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
Inside the programmed tones of your antique organ
Where I never made a sound
I heard you shine for the first time