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