Superstition

[Spoken]

(One, two, three)

[Sung]

Some kind of superstition, yeah, that's why I'm hangin' round

I've got a lot to figure out

I know my eyes get blurry, that's thin water on my brain

I said it's a lot to think about

Some blankism, my eyes open

Do let the out

I slipped on the paving

That's what I want

The sun on the ceiling

Cuz for nothing (oh ooh hmm, oh ooh hmm)

There's so much I asked for and that's when I knew

That the basic reaction was out to do choking me up again

Fight on the day

Now I can breathe easy

Now I beat the feeling

That's what I want

The sun on the ceiling

Cuz for nothing (oh ooh, oh ooh)

(I really love you

And I really love them staying longer

I can feel guilty)