Pattern Of This Place

Lady at the station knows my name But she's not there behind her counter yet I gotta talk to someone else today And i don't care about a word they say It's hard to see the pattern of this place You can't rely upon it to feel safe No one who works here can ever say That what they like about it is empty space Are you not what i worry about Are you not my enemy The dark identifies an open space It puts some light upon it to field change It can't go on much farther than that date It keeps you locked inside it and feeling hate The name is not the name you have to say You follow every order but nothing came And no one who works will ever say That they rely upon it to feel safe You're moving on from me