Lyrics to Nocturnal
She got teardrops dripping from her fingernails
Her hibernation in a crisis always tips the scales
It’s not easy when you operate with eyes closed
It’s ok though
Because she knows…
She wear dark glasses all of the time
So people can’t see her looking into their eyes
Don’t we love it, we love it oh when she lies
It’s ok though
Because she knows..
She’s just a nocturnal nobody
An unassuming youth
Living a life of secluded unrest
Don’t mean to be uncouth
She’s an idle wanderer
A jukebox full of pain
A desolate interior that has no motive to explain
She don’t know what she want but she don’t want this
Don’t want your conscious weighing in on her fingertips
Denying depth is an action that you can’t retract
All I’m saying is, better watch your back..
Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick boom
Don’t loiter in the presence of a lover who’ll consume all of your prospects
Don’t change the subject
See where she goes…
She’s just a nocturnal nobody
An unassuming youth
Living a life of secluded unrest
Don’t mean to be uncouth
She’s an idle wanderer
A jukebox full of pain
A desolate interior that has no motive to explain
Her hibernation in a crisis always tips the scales
It’s not easy when you operate with eyes closed
It’s ok though
Because she knows…
She wear dark glasses all of the time
So people can’t see her looking into their eyes
Don’t we love it, we love it oh when she lies
It’s ok though
Because she knows..
She’s just a nocturnal nobody
An unassuming youth
Living a life of secluded unrest
Don’t mean to be uncouth
She’s an idle wanderer
A jukebox full of pain
A desolate interior that has no motive to explain
She don’t know what she want but she don’t want this
Don’t want your conscious weighing in on her fingertips
Denying depth is an action that you can’t retract
All I’m saying is, better watch your back..
Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick boom
Don’t loiter in the presence of a lover who’ll consume all of your prospects
Don’t change the subject
See where she goes…
She’s just a nocturnal nobody
An unassuming youth
Living a life of secluded unrest
Don’t mean to be uncouth
She’s an idle wanderer
A jukebox full of pain
A desolate interior that has no motive to explain