[Verse 1]
The holy festival has ended
We who danced were butterflies
Inside the TV, behind the mirror, under the rumors
Putting my head in (Ooh)
You speak as if you're polite
Saying you're my salvation, oh no
[Chorus]
I'll write your name with a bright red heart
I'll throw a fishy doom in front of you
A cold stethoscope can't cure my illness
We go around, around, around
[Post-Chorus]
The superstition
Superstition
Superstition
Superstition
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I burned the old city
We who sang have withered
Lying carelessly on the cold ceiling (Ooh)
I say in despair
The birds are dead here, oh no
[Chorus]
I'll write your name with a bright red heart
I'll throw a fishy doom in front of you
A cold stethoscope can't cure my illness
We go around, around, around
[Post-Chorus]
The superstition
Superstition
Yeah
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
I'll write your name with a bright red heart
I'll throw a fishy doom in front of you
A cold stethoscope can't cure my illness
We go around, around, around
[Post-Chorus]
The superstition
Superstition
Superstition
Superstition
Yeah