If she says "I'm your girl", then what can that mean? And you dance with her like it's been all your life. He says "It happens, when you least expect it" In a world of hasty words can they be right? Now I can't ask the clock to tell the hour And precedents and case files don't apply When eyes and ears and tongue mistrust their power The organ in your chest perceives the light The money in your pocket buys you airfare The spaces in your schedule buy you time But experience has prompted hesitation So lucky for you instinct overrides The markings on your palm reveal an outline And every star required has aligned And though you never bought much into omens The Organ in your chest will steer you right And even as you leave, you are not certain If everything you need is not left behind With your eyes still veiled by misty curtains Reluctantly your limp comes with the blinds The blemishes that once were so apparent Dissolved amidst the friction of your flight With those eyes retired for lesser purpose The Organ in your chest provides the light The Organ in your chest provides the light.