I wanted love, I needed love, most of all, most of all
Someone said true love was dead, and I'm bound to fall, bound to fall for you
Oh, what can I do?
Take my badge, but my heart remains loving you
Baby, tie, tie it up on your reins, you're running wild, running wild, it's true
Sick for days, so many ways, I'm aching out, I'm aching out
Time like these, I don't need relief, please show me how, oh show me how to get right
Yes, all aside, when I was young and moving fast, nothing slowed me down, oh slowed me down
Now I let the others pass, I'll come around, oh come around, cause I've found
Living just to keep going, going just to be sane, all the while I know it's such a shame
I don't need to get steady, I know just how I feel, telling you to be ready, my dear
Oh, what can I do?
Oh, what can I do?
From the top of the hill, any man can imagine much more than he can be
From the top of the hill, any man can imagine much more than he can be
From the top of the hill, any man can imagine much more than he can be
From the top of the hill, any man can imagine much more than he can be
From the top of the hill, any man can imagine much more than he can be
From the top of the hill, any man can imagine much more than he can be
From the top of the hill, any man can imagine much more than he can be
From the top of the hill, any man can imagine much more than he can be
From the top of the hill, any man can imagine much more than he can be
From the top of the hill, any man can imagine much more than he can be
From the top of the hill, any man can imagine much more than he can be
From the top of the hill, any man can imagine much more than he can be
From the top of the hill, any man can imagine much more than he can be
Thank you.
Very superstitious, writing on the wall
Very superstitious, letters about to fall
Thirteen months on baby, from the looking glass
Telling me the bad love, with a name in your past
When you believe in things that you don't understand and will suffer
Very superstitious, wash your face in hand
Let me go to the problem, do all that you can
You make one song, you don't want love saving me, so sad is my song
When you believe in things you don't understand and will suffer
Very superstitious, nothing more to say
Very superstitious, the devil's on his way
Thirteen months on baby, from the looking glass
Telling me the bad love, with a name in your past
When you believe in things that you don't understand and will suffer
