[00:11.70]The night sets softly
[00:13.49]With the hush of falling leaves
[00:18.95]Casting shivering shadows
[00:21.35]On the houses through the trees
[00:26.82]And the light from a street lamp
[00:29.38]Paints a pattern on my wall
[00:34.87]Like the pieces of a puzzle
[00:37.13]Or a child's uneven scrawl
[00:46.27]Up a narrow flight of stairs
[00:48.28]In a narrow little room
[00:53.88]As I lie upon my bed
[00:56.03]In the early evening gloom
[01:01.83]Impaled on my wall
[01:04.17]My eyes can dimly see
[01:10.05]The pattern of my life
[01:11.86]And the puzzle that is me
[01:20.24]From the moment of my birth
[01:22.55]To the instant of my death
[01:27.89]There are patterns I must follow
[01:30.07]Just as I must breathe each breath
[01:35.44]Like a rat in a maze
[01:37.95]The path before me lies
[01:43.10]And the pattern never alters
[01:45.49]Until the rat dies
[02:05.15]And the pattern still remains
[02:06.99]On the wall where darkness fell
[02:12.38]And it's fitting that it should
[02:14.78]For in darkness I must dwell
[02:19.89]Like the color of my skin
[02:22.26]Or the day that I grow old
[02:27.59]My life is made of patterns
[02:29.60]That can scarcely be controlled