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