Who cares about 

your mystic lies

Is it a claim to some reality

I found myself barefoot

on stones

I don磘 think 

æ…–t was meant to be?

I don磘 think 

æ…–t just had to be?



So how can it be pre-arranged

When there抯 no order anyway

I found myself barefoot

on stone

I don磘 think it was destiny

It wasn磘 in the stars that day



Good fortune smile

On my ascendant star

Take head, small talk

Don磘 trust the stars



I know it磗 insufferable

Visionary can be so vain

To think that somewhere

There磗 a path for you

I know it磗 make

it seem mundane

It makes it all seem

so mundane



Good fortune smile

On my ascendant star

Take head, small talk

Don磘 trust the stars