A copper 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