Patterns in the words we say

I see patterns and how the sunlight scatters

And what the radio plays

Patterns in a world of gray 'n' blind circumstance

The more I look I see patterns

Even in the way Ian Curtis danced

And when they get to the end, they begin again

But this is not the end

All these patterns within more patterns

Hiding in plain sight, year after year

On my window, frost flowers appear

Like when my eyes are blind, but my heart still sees

I'm staring at scars that no one else believes

And how something hidden can grow suddenly so clear

The way a promise breaks and outta nowhere another appears

Patterns in the games we play

I see patterns

The way a broken heart shatters

And Jackson Pollock paints

Patterns in a world of strays and loneliness

Where young people cry and old people kiss

I still see patterns

Even where they don't exist

And when we get to the end, we'll begin again

Ah, but this is not the end

All our patterns hiding in plain sight, year after year

Thinner than sliced shadows

And vanishing, faster than Irish sunshine

Patterns in the games we play

I see patterns

The way a broken heart shatters

And Jackson Pollock paints

Patterns in a world of strays and loneliness

Where young people cry and old people kiss

I still see patterns

Even where they don’t exist

Patterns

Patterns

Patterns

Patterns

Patterns

Patterns

Patterns