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 heed, small talk

Don't trust the stars

I know that it's insufferable

Visionary can be so vain

To think that somewhere

There's a path for you

I know it makes

it seem mundane

It makes it all seem

so mundane

Good fortune smile

On my ascendant star

Take heed, small talk

Don't trust the stars