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

Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight

Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive