Psychic Friends

Said it's December 21st
Can't get no worse
You're colder since you all dispersed
Here on the shortest of days
I get 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
Said do you remember when
How high at Disneyland
And said we were psychic friends
Still that sociopathic prince
Has been coming round again
But the rest moved 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