Psychic Friends Lyrics - Life Among The Savages - Papercuts

Sit, it's December twenty-first, 

Can't get no worse 

The colors since you all dispersed 

Here, on the shortest of days 

I got lost in the haze 

Of old memories 

I keep thinking that somehow 

I'll reach you at last 

I'll open the curtains 

And see you through the glass 

Sit, 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 Styx 

I keep thinking that somehow 

I'll reach you at last 

I'll open the curtains 

And see you through the glass 

I keep thinking that somehow 

I'll reach you at last 

I'll open the curtains 

And see you through the glass