Boy

Lyrics

I hold on to my superstitions far too long I thought the complication called for what I thought I was just a child way back when I'm just a child now I can't afford to be this way for good But I can't help myself so I make my hands cover my head I make my hands cover my head, oh I'm scared of what's under my bed And I can't think of anything I wanna see I hold on to my superstitions far too long I thought the complication called for what I thought I was just a child way back when I'm just a child now I can't afford to be this way for good I make my hands cover my head I make my hands cover my head, oh I make my hands cover my head (I hold on to my superstition) I make my hands cover my head, oh (I can't afford to be this way for good) I'm scared of what's under my bed And I can't think of anything I wanna see I make my hands cover my head