Tekster:
Siouxsie And The Banshees Superstition

and cry. Tiger skins and elephant tusks in guilted mountains seep disgust I look at you and I want to speak for once in a while be a man and weep 'cos

floors and crash into freefall but then fear takes control -- fear of the unknown Imagine two complete strangers who suspect they were meant to be both in need of love and

Here I sit in paradise my head between my hands Little sister, break your vow break down, the sacred side little sister, break the rules break me in

Alone and left to ponder everything alone and left to puzzle out all the pain such a silly, silly, silly thing you must catch it and cease it while you

your wounds here inside I entered your dream, I entered your scheme Softly to swim inside your veins Softly in rippling cellophane to float and glide

like silver waterfalls in your eyes in the skies in the blood burning indian sunrise shimmer on me (in sleep we grow) we were here long ago and now