Patterns - Intellectual

[Intro]

Patterns falling into place

Words becoming sounds

That try to hide the changes in your face

We made our share of sunlight

Wouldn't listen to the rain

But morning came too soon

And took away the moon

Tomorrow there will be just me and patterns

Now, it seems to be

The skies that choose to pour

Are always those who hang around with me

I find myself avoiding

Silent feelings we have known

The songs that we have sung

Suddenly become

The string around my finger that reminds me love has gone

Your words are kind but eyes don't play

There's nothing more that you can say

Your footsteps down the hall repeat

The pieces fit too well

The pattern is complete