Hooverphonic

You are my Autoharp
I push every button on your body

I push the a minor, the e flat, the f major
And especially the c sharp 7

You are my Autoharp
I play every string in your mind

And even when I play them very loud
They keep in tune
But how will they sound soon

You are my Autoharp
I bought you in a pawnshop in Virginia
You were cheap but in good condition
Longing for someone to take you on an exotic trip

You are my Autoharp
I carried you all over the world
In my hard case called the heart

You’re the reason for my blood
To keep running through my veins
Every album again