Nocturnal by Evan Schafer Lyrics

Over, underneath, on top I stand
Every turn I make, superimposed lampshade
Nocturnal birds in the caterwaul
Speak for yourself, I don’t care anymore
Young is the yesteryear, feigning underneath the façade
Complete and tantric are the solid flames
You got me spinning, you got me spinning in circles

The mountains are blue with plasticized tirades
Clogged up, verbose piles of prescription complications
Geriatric, everywhere in-utero qualifications
Stopping, calling out for distant yet justified motions

Somewhere in between, inside I stand
Never answer calls, even on the best of days
Nocturnal nerves are forcing me down
Speak for myself, ‘cause you left long ago
Mirror beside the water box, claiming it’s just a game
Question the morals that make no mistakes
You got me spinning, you got me spinning in squares