Very superstitious Writings on the wall Very superstitious Ladders bout to fall Thirteen month old baby Broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck
Silence, the silence within me, is deep within, is deep within, silence, the silence within me, you've got to wake up Silence, the silence within me,
I believe in the coming of angels Bleeding us all I'll sell my soul to make a dollar off of all of you I'll take whatever I can get until you do it
All my life I remember the sound of you the nights and nights I go back and it burns All my life I remember the sight of you it burns and burns and for
