[00:17.84]The night sets softly with the hush of falling leaves
[00:24.61]Casting shivering shadows on the houses through the trees
[00:31.98]And the light from a street lamp paints a pattern on my wall
[00:39.04]Like the pieces of a puzzle or a child's uneven scrawl
[00:47.39]Up a narrow flight of stairs in a narrow little room
[00:54.21]As I lie upon my bed in the early evening gloom
[01:01.57]Impaled on my wall, my eyes can dimly see
[01:08.76]The pattern of my life and the puzzle that is me
[01:16.71]From the moment of my birth to the instant of my death
[01:23.49]There are patterns I must follow
[01:25.79]Just as I must breathe each breath
[01:31.00]Like a rat in a maze, the path before me lies
[01:37.97]And the pattern never alters until the rat dies
[02:02.75]And the pattern still remains on the wall where darkness fell
[02:09.25]And it's fitting that it should for in darkness I must dwell
[02:16.18]Like the color of my skin or the day that I grow old
[02:23.25]My life is made of patterns that can scarcely be controlled