Patterns

Your eyes, your eyes
They hypnotise and block out
They close doors to your open mind
And in your head all the world is dead
Your sights and sounds are lost
They can't be found

Round they shade away
Down they fade away

Your mind, your mind
Is lost in time
And your thoughts don't have patterns anymore
Don't cry, don't cry
It's not good to lie
Don't let yourself believe what isn't true

And they fade away
Sounds they shade away

I can't believe this has happened to your mind
I can't believe this happened to your mind