There's nothing new under the sun

Everything already been lost or won

Needing the shapes of the past

Forever, however long it lasts

All these patterns of sand

Tracing the lines of my hands

Tracing the lines of my hands

And I'm all in here

And you're all out there

Everything you hear, everything you do

Everything you taste, everything, there's nothing new

Everything you fear, everything you say

Everything that's dear, everything just goes away

There's nothing to see

There's nothing to see

All these patterns of sand

Tracing the lines of my hands

Tracing the lines of my hands

And I'm all in here

And you're all out there

Reason scrapes us away from our bones

Reason drains all the trace of unknown

And far, far, far, far away

Miles and miles away

You'll never know the end

And all these patterns of sand

Tracing the lines of my hands

Tracing the lines of my hands

And I'm all in here

And you're all out there

And I'm all in here

And you're all out there

And you're all out there

And I'm all in here