Perfect Patterns

We lay down to be alone
Looking through your eyelashes, seeing all your life flash
Before my eyes
I can hear the drums pounding
I'll be your voice and I'll grow my hair

Stay awake to be alone
Living on the ocean floor
Heading for the surface
I flow downstream, [?]
Artificial instincts, only to be left on a stranger's lawn

All perfect patterns
And all the dark matter
And all that will happen, all that will matter
Every long minute, of every short lifetime
Every small object, every big [?]
[?]

We climb up to be alone
Figuring [?]
Wanting to be tall
That you feel some thing letting on
Our [?]
[?] hide my face

All perfect patterns
And all the dark matter
And all that will happen, all that will matter
Every long minute, of every short lifetime
Every small object, every big [?]
[?]

Is this not too close, baby
You're my overdose, lately
Is this not too close, baby
You're my overdose, lately
Is this not too close, baby
You're my overdose, lately

Is this not too close, baby
You're my overdose, lately

All perfect patterns
And all the dark matter
And all that will happen, all that will matter
Every long minute, of every short lifetime
Every small object, every big [?]
[?]