Psychic Friends

Sit, it's December twenty-first,

Can't get no worse

The colors since you all dispersedHere, on the shortest of days

I got lost in the haze

Of old memoriesI keep thinking that somehow

I'll reach you at last

I'll open the curtains

And see you through the glassSit, do you remember when

We got high at Disneyland

And said we were psychic friends?Still, this sociopathic prince

Has been coming around again

But the rest moves to the StyxI keep thinking that somehow

I'll reach you at last

I'll open the curtains

And see you through the glassI keep thinking that somehow

I'll reach you at last

I'll open the curtains

And see you through the glass