A cardboard head, i see.
Has found it's way to me.
It's old, an it's old, an it's old
making me cry.

I sleep but I will not move.
I’m too scared to leave my room.
But I won't be defeated, oh no.

What if cards don't go my way?
Then it's sure to spoil my day.
But in voices loud and clear,
you say to me it's only superstition.

It's only your imagination.
It's only all of the things that you fear,
and the things from which you can’t escape.

Keep clean for the thousandth time.
Stand still and wait in line.
Some numbers are better than others, oh no.

What if cards don't go my way?
Then it's sure to spoil my day.
But in voices loud and clear,
you say to me it's only superstition.

It's only your imagination.
It's only all of the things that you fear,
and the things which you cannot explain.

And it's making me cry, alone.
And it's making me cry.
And it's slipping away, alone.
Oh, I'm slipping away.

It's only superstition, only your imagination.
It's only superstition, only superstition

Look up ahead
I see it's found
Its way to me
It's out there
It's out there
It's out there
Making me cry
I think that
I will not move
I'm too scared
To leave my room
But I won't be afraid
For my life
What if cats
Don't go my way?
They're sure
To spoil my day
But in voices loud
And clear you say to me
It's only superstition
It's only your imagination
It's only the things
That you fear
And the things from
Which you can't escape

Keep clear for
The thousandth time
Stand still and

Wait in line
Some murmur in bed
As if there's no time

What if cats
Don't go my way?
And it's sure
To spoil my day
But in voices loud
And clear, you say to me
It's only superstition
It's only your imagination
It's only the things
That you fear
And the things that
You can't explain

And it's making me crack
And it's making me crack
And I'm slipping away
And I'm slipping away

It's only superstition
It's only your imagination
It's only superstition
Only superstition