Boy

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