paroles de chanson Patterns - Paul Simon
The
night
sets
softly
With
the
hush
of
falling
leaves,
Casting
shivering
shadows
On
the
houses
through
the
trees,
And
the
light
from
a
street
lamp
Paints
a
pattern
on
my
wall,
Like
the
pieces
of
a
puzzle
Or
a
child's
uneven
scrawl.
Up
a
narrow
flight
of
stairs
In
a
narrow
little
room,
As
I
lie
upon
my
bed
In
the
early
evening
gloom.
Impaled
on
my
wall
My
eyes
can
dimly
see
The
pattern
of
my
life
And
the
puzzle
that
is
me.
From
the
moment
of
my
birth
To
the
instant
of
my
death,
There
are
patterns
I
must
follow
Just
as
I
must
breathe
each
breath.
Like
a
rat
in
a
maze
The
path
before
me
lies,
And
the
pattern
never
alters
Until
the
rat
dies.
And
the
pattern
still
remains
On
the
wall
where
darkness
fell,
And
it's
fitting
that
it
should,
For
in
darkness
I
must
dwell.
Like
the
color
of
my
skin,
Or
the
day
that
I
grow
old,
My
life
is
made
of
patterns
That
can
scarcely
be
controlled.
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