[Intro – spoken] Easy. The quiet does the work for me. [Verse 1] Dim streets, steady pace, familiar yet out of place. You think you chose where you’d go— I just shaped the route you know. Doors half-open, muted sound, every step pulls further down. You call it chance you wandered through— I’ve been making room for you. [Pre-Chorus] If it feels too still, don’t speak. If it feels too clear… it’s me. [Chorus] I’m the pattern in the passing, in the turns you almost miss. Every pause you let linger is another hidden twist. Call it fate or habit, call it where you’ve been— I’m the pattern in the passing, and I always pull you in. [Verse 2] Shadows stretch but never break, every move a softer take. Faces blur but feel the same, like a half-remembered name. I don’t rush, I realign, shift your steps into my time. You feel calm inside the frame— but you won’t leave quite the same. [Pre-Chorus] If you slow down, that’s the sign. If you stay too long… you’re mine. [Chorus] I’m the pattern in the passing, in the turns you almost miss. Every pause you let linger is another hidden twist. Call it fate or habit, call it where you’ve been— I’m the pattern in the passing, and I always pull you in. [Bridge] No sharp edges, nothing loud, just a shift beneath the ground. You don’t fall, you settle in— like you’ve always been within. Every exit looks the same, every path rewrites your name— not a loss, not a sin… just the shape you’re moving in. [Final Chorus] I’m the pattern in the passing, every moment slightly off. Every doubt you try to hold is already shaking loose. Call it lost or chosen, call it where you’ve been— I’m the pattern in the passing, and I always pull you in. [Outro – spoken] No need to hurry. You’re exactly on time
