Patchwork Tindersticks

I know it's wrong
I know it's selfish
It's such a short life
With so little time

You know this pattern
A patchwork of any direction
Cobbled together
In odd shape and size

Take my hand
We'll walk through this together
But my hand gets sweaty
You somehow slip away

Try to call you
But I don't call too loud, no
Try to look
I never looked that hard

'Cause this blue's a swirling ocean
The green, the ambition
The red is the guilt
There's a lot of red

I know it's wrong
I know it's selfish
It's such a short life
So little time