Patterns

There's nothing new under the sun
Everything already been lost or won
Needing the shapes of the past
Forever, however long it lasts
All these patterns of sand
Tracing the lines of my hands
Tracing the lines of my hands
And I'm all in here
And you're all out there
Everything you hear
Everything you do
Everything you taste
Everything, there's nothing new
Everything you fear
Everything you say
Everything that's dear
Everything just goes away
There's nothing to see
There's nothing to see
All these patterns of sand
Tracing the lines of my hands
Tracing the lines of my hands
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 of my hands
Tracing the lines of my hands
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