Letra de Patterns

Life is a story Go ahead and find your sight Life is your glory Go ahead and live the night But to live means to be here In the present now Do try to bow for the gift of your day Then you cede to the morning Sun Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive Life is a story Go ahead and find your sight But to live means to be here In the present now Do try to bow for the gift of your day Then you cede to the morning Sun Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive What is it that makes us lose sight True sight, of what is real and essential I'll take organized patterns of chaos Over the chaotic organizations of man, any day Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive The Patterns in the carpet do add up though, you don't have to count (Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight) The Patterns in the carpet do add up though, you don't have to count (Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive)