The Shelters
The Shelters
The Shelters
The Shelters
The Shelters
The Shelters
The Shelters
The Shelters
The Shelters
The Shelters
The Shelters
The Shelters
Black holes echo an unfortunate sky
The wind in your hair the tempest in your eyes
I need a psychic friend to show me a sign
Man I need a friend
Find me a fortune teller
I need a fortune teller
Right na-na-na-na-na-now
He runs on his own he runs alone tonight
Wonders when the dark will turn to light
I need a psychic friend to show me a sign
Man I need a friend
Find me a fortune teller
I need a fortune teller
Right na-na-na-na-na-now
Find me a fortune teller
I need a fortune teller
Right na-na-na-na-na-now
Right na-na-na-na-na-now
Right na-na-na-na-na-now