The Psychological Moment Lyrics

Broken Hearts Are Blue The Psychological Moment

I sent you a letter indexing life's ills
Without the bonbon to guild the pills
Legless and coming to grieve the past
Gonna nail this beige heart to the mast

Time marches on

Sha-la-la-la-la oooh oooh

So I sat about in front of my analyst:
“Oh yes, surely I've got the f..cking gist
Bear the palm with a gratitude list
Try to sing your life from happiness”

Time marches on