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
Version imprimable
