Patterns

There's nothing new under the sun

Everything's already been lost or won

Needing the shapes of the past

Forever however long it lasts

All these patterns of sand

Tracing the lines in my hand

Tracing the lines in my hand

And I'm all in here and you're all out there

Everything you hear everything you do

Everything you taste everything is nothing new

Everything you feel everything you say

Everything that's dear everything just goes away

There's nothing to see here

There's nothing to see here

All these patterns of sand

Tracing the lines of my hand

Tracing the lines of my hand

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 in my hand

Tracing the lines in my hand

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