Lyrics
In a narrow little room, impaled on my wall
Paints a pattern on my wall, and the pattern still remains, the path before me lies
As i lie upon my bed, and it s fitting that it should
And it s fitting that it should, the night sets softly, the night sets softly
From the moment of my birth, just as i must breathe each breath, or the day that i grow old
As i lie upon my bed, and the puzzle that is me
My life is made of patterns, the pattern of my life
From the moment of my birth, casting shivering shadows
And the light from a street lamp, like the pieces of a puzzle Patterns, just as i must breathe each breath
My eyes can dimly see, and it s fitting that it should, the pattern of my life
there are patterns i must follow
on the houses through the trees
The path before me lies, the pattern of my life, on the wall where darkness fell
On the wall where darkness fell, my life is made of patterns, the pattern of my life
Until the rat dies, or the day that i grow old
Until the rat dies, for in darkness i must dwell
And the pattern still remains, in the early evening gloom
and the pattern never alters
That can scarcely be controlled, and the pattern still remains Patterns, the pattern of my life
My life is made of patterns, from the moment of my birth
in a narrow little room
just as i must breathe each breath
the path before me lies
or a child s uneven scrawl
My eyes can dimly see, up a narrow flight of stairs
The pattern of my life, that can scarcely be controlled
And the pattern still remains, impaled on my wall, just as i must breathe each breath
up a narrow flight of stairs
The pattern of my life, the night sets softly Patterns, up a narrow flight of stairs
paints a pattern on my wall
