Papercuts - Psychic Friends lyrics

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**