More than a superstition
When put in my position
Temptations and opinions
This
You're crazy
Thinking I'm above this
Believing I don't care
Thinking I'm below
Been there before
Slowly drifting out to sea
Away from the tide
And
Questions drip from my umbrella
Shadows hang over me
Stand here, waiting
I
Blind soul lost in Chicago
She fell asleep under a bridge
Drowning
Send angels, send angels, send angels
Show me you love me
Send
I'm never told that I am pretty
I'm never told that
You there with your bag of gold, yeah
Thought you had
It will be great to see you again
Now that the