text: The cardboard head I see
  Has found its way to me
  Its old and its old and its old
  Making me cry
  I sleep but I will not move
  Im too scared to leave my room
  But I wont be defeated
  Oh no
  What if cards dont go my way?
  And its sure to spoil my day
  But in voices loud and clear you say to me, Its only superstition
  Its only your imagination
  Its only all of the things that you fear and the things from which you cant escape
  Keep clean for the thousandth time
  Stand still and wait in line
  Some numbers are better than others
  Oh no
  What if cards dont go my way?
  And its sure to spoil my day
  But in voices loud and clear you say to me, Its only superstition
  Its only your imagination
  Its only all of the things that you fear and the things which you cannot explain
  And its making me cry love
  And its making me cry
  And Im slipping away love
  And Im slipping away
  Its only superstition, only your imagination
  Its only superstition, only superstition