Patterns

I am walking a line between
The profound and banal
Losing my faith
But now, why's it so cold at night?
Whenever I'm alone
The child is gone
So I've been told
In every bet there is a fool and a thief
Now walk
Follow the patterns
That leads us through our lives
Now that it shows
I can see the cynic I've become
I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man

I am walking a line between
The profound and banal
Losing my faith
But now, why's it so cold at night?
Whenever I'm alone
And theives wear crowns

I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man
And in every bet there's a fool and a thief
We're all lost in these patterns
I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man
We're all lost
What's the point of these patterns?
We're all lost
What's the point of these patterns?



Credits
Writer(s): David L. Shire, Richard E. Maltby
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