Patterns - Bethesda

It’s a way out of this town.

Can you see it?

See that the patterns fit.

But you bolt your chair to the floor.

Bolt the lock on the door.

Hold your peace a bit more.

We stay.

Hold the shifting weight.

Gates were not meant for us.

We know when the rain starts falling we’re gonna get to where we’re going.

It’s a way out.

Stopped chasing ghosts.

Stopped fighting crows.

Stopped gathering those souls that would approve of where we are.

Move to where we are.

Soothe the roughest parts.

Truth we haven’t proof.

We know when the rain starts falling, we’re gonna get to where we’re going.

It’s a way out.

(Repeat)