I hold on to my superstitions far too long Why not? I like to think that I'm closer than I thought I was just a child way back when I'm just a child now The penalty for everything is this A boy who can't resist, 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 Why not? I like to think that I'm closer than 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'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 I'm scared of what's under my bed And I can't think of anything I wanna see