Psychic - serpentwithfeet

Look at the wing span

Look at the wing span

My debonair soothsayer

You read me with such flair

Those who dread prophecy

Must not know how hot it can be

My debonair soothsayer

You read me with such flair

Shame on these who dread prophecy

They must not know how hot it can be

He sees my future and he sees me

Maybe were meant to be

I think I fell in love with my psychic

He sees my future and he sees me

Maybe were meant to be

I think I fell in love with my psychic

Yeah, yeah

My sweet sweet mystic

Are your lips too deep for kissing

Heard the moons acting brand new

Does this mean I belong with you

My sweet sweet mystic

Are your lips too deep for kissing

Heard the moons acting brand new

Does this mean I belong with you

He sees my future and he sees me

Maybe were meant to be

I think I fell in love with my psychic

He sees my future and he sees me

Maybe were meant to be

I think I fell in love with my psychic

Look at the wing span

Look at the wing span

No one knows the stars like him

No one pulls my cards like him

No one knows the stars like him

No one pulls my cards like him

My medium has this large heart

He’s never ever too far from me

My medium has this large heart

He’s never ever too far from me