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 That's really for you to decide If there's comfort in the chaos It's not difficult to find Whatever you feel That's exactly what there'll be It can feel so real Any fantasy (Mmm, bom) There 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 So there's patterns in the random But if there's evil on your mind When 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