Can't seem to find the meaning buried in the words you speak.
And now I always wonder but why I never seek.
Can't seem to find the answers to any of my prayers.
I really used to think, somehow you were there.
Missing patterns in the sand, they won't ever be back again.
I'm missing patterns in the sand could it be I don't understand?
Still dreaming of what used to be.
Like it even matters. You really think it matters to me?
Still I'm chasing those words that are buried somewhere in the sand
before the waves go and take them again.
Missing Patterns in the sand they won't ever come back again.
Missing Patterns in the sand maybe I don't understand.
Missing Patterns in the sand they won't ever come back again.
Missing Patterns in sand.