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 [bad word] by correlation
 curtain [bad word] 
 So predictable it must be [bad word] 

 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