Psychic Data

It's in your emptiness, emptiness, emptiness Abandoned directives and loneliness Paintings of polaroid pictures of thoughts in our heads It's a mystery, mystery, mystery A smile hung up like a peach in a tree Rubber bound copper conductor collapses inside as if it ever mattered Under your skin You let me in Under your skin You let me in Under your skin You let me in Under your skin You let me in Under your skin I'm the desert sun I'm the falling rain I'm the wiretap I am entertain I'm the desert sun I'm the falling rain I'm the wiretap I used to think I was different Just a drop in the ocean I used to think I was different Just a whisper in white noise