Who cares about
Your mystic lies
Is it a claim to some reality
I found myself barefoot
On stones
I don´t think
‘it was meant to be?
I don´t think
‘it just had to be?

So how can it be pre-arranged
When there’s no order anyway
I found myself barefoot
On stone
I don´t think it was destiny
It wasn´t in the stars that day

Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take head, small talk
Don´t trust the stars

I know it´s insufferable
Visionary can be so vain
To think that somewhere
There´s a path for you
I know it´s make
It seem mundane
It makes it all seem
So mundane

Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take head, small talk
Don´t trust the stars