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 gla** 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 gla** I keep thinking that somehow
I'll reach you at last
I'll open the curtains
And see you through the gla**