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

Patterns