Patterns

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