Letra de Patterns

Life is a story,
Go ahead and find your sight.
Life is your glory,
Go ahead and leave the night.

But to live means to be here,
In the present, now.
To try to bow for the gift of your day,
Then you cede to morning sun, 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.
To try to bow for the gift of your day,
Then you cede to morning sun, sun.

Pretending that we see (sun),
Doesn't give us the sight.
Pretending that we live (sun),
Doesn't make us alive.

What is it that makes us lose sight?
True sight, of what is real and essential?
I'll take organised patterns of chaos,
Over the chaotic organisations of man, any day.

Pretending that we see (sun),
Doesn't give us the sight.
Pretending that we live (sun),
Doesn't make us alive.

Pretending that we see,
(The patterns in the carpet do add up,)
Doesn't give us the sight.
(Though you don't have to count.)
Pretending that we live,
(The patterns in the carpet do add up,)
Doesn't make us alive.
(Though you don't have to count.)