Supercheria

Superstition
Superstition
Superstition

Always dreaming
Never believing
That's what kills your love
Always desiring
Never having
That's what kills your love

It's all the same
To die and to love

Superstition
Superstition
Superstition

Always trembling
Never growing
That's what kills your love
Always crying
Never laughing
That's what kills your love
It's all the same to die and to love

And when you realize that it's your
Friend who
Extends a hand to you
Then for you there's no more fear, nor
Pain nor cold
You're comfortable with him in your house and
You only see the
Foam stars
And you do nothing more because you believe
That now
You're not alone anymore
If you could at least give yourself a reason