A cardboard head I see

Has found its way to me

It's out, and it's out, and it's out

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

It's only your other 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

It's only your other things that you feel

And the things which you cannot explain

And I'm slipping away, love

I'm slipping away

Only your imagination

Only superstition