Psychic Friends-Papercuts
Sad, I've descended the furthest
Can;t get no noose
Couldn't listen to all despair
Heaven, on the shoulders I've danced
We gt lost in the hands
Of men or aunts
I keep thinking that somehow
I read you at last
I'll open the content
And see through the glass
Send, do you remember when
We felt high on Disney Land
We said we were psychic friends
Stay, lets circle your path
Thick prints coming around again
But the rest moves to the stands
I keep thinking that somehow
I read you at last
I'll open the content
And see through the glass
I keep thinking that somehow
I read you at last
I'll open the content
And see through the glass