There's patterns in the random
And the closer that you watch
The more you think you understand them
The more they'll imitate your thoughts
Whatever you'd like
That's exactly what you'll see
And it'll feel real nice
When there's reason to believe
(Mmm)
There's meaning in the madness
It's really for you to decide
If there is comfort in the chaos
It's not difficult to find
Whatever you feel
That's exactly what therŠµ'll be
It can feel so real
Any fantasy
(Mmm, bom)
TherŠµ are secrets in the snapping of the static
Which will prove whatever you desire
There are ghosts up living in the attic
Putting water out with fire
There are clues in the cracks along the concrete
There are answers in the whistling of the wind
I know I said there's nothing in the bushes
But that's where your imagination lives
Oh there's patterns in the random
If there's evil on your mind
And you try to understand them
It's the only thing you're ever gonna find
It's the only thing you're ever gonna find