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