Your Antique Organ Songtext

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