Jack Shirley - Ambiguous Seasons lyrics

I've been staring at your ceiling While fixated on days that aren't today Well you notice things like ambiguous seasons They don't change like they do in the iron states Spinning 'Spiderland' The winning hand, still planning to fold Exchange present times for the past that you want But you breathe same air The calm nights and riots, the overnight plans When you didn't seem too curious, way back then But it's boiling in me up again New review of old days Whatever happened? What changed? Was it any other way? The cards are shuffled up and dealt No place to stand And I am ashamed of keeping you up at night Turning off lights without talking And nodding off to symphonies Or songs from Coltrane I'll try not to make a sound in my sleep Self-inflict for fun Bottom bottle, keep it down Just like when you bite down on your tongue You're underneath the wheel You're saddling up and arriving there Bad timing, your history covers decades you won't see Been told to write down, been told the right sound No place to stand, the winning hand