Only Superstition - Coldplay

A cardboard inner-city

Has found its way to me

It’s out, and it’s out, and it’s out

Making me cry

I think that 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 your other things that you feel

And the things from which you can’t escape

Keep clean for the thousandth time

Stand still and wait in line

So nobody’s 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 your other things that you feel

And the things from which you can’t explain

And it’s making me cry

And it’s making me cry

And I’m slipping away, love

I’m slipping away

It’s only superstition

Only your imagination

It’s only superstition

Only superstition