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