Patterns

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 elsе believes And how somеthing 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