[Chorus]

It’s a luck that matters, did you enjoy your walk through the moonlight?

I cut out those letters, fastened them to the concrete oh so tight “Where does money come from?”

The conversations within are far more interesting than your petty agenda against sin

[Post-Chorus]

We lived in a privileged world, use it for something we believe in

[Verse 1]

I’d rather confess to the girls in the brothel

And (we) walked along our usual path, focusing on something much less awful

Like the relationship between things, it’s all a matter of chance

The divine proportion, it’s the physical rhythm - much like a dance, memories accumulate

The recent ones float to the top and the others fade away

[Chorus]

It’s a luck that matters, did you enjoy your walk through the moonlight?

I cut out those letters, fastened them to the concrete oh so tight “Where does money come from?”

The conversations within are far more interesting than your petty agenda against sin

[Post-Chorus]

We lived in a privileged world, use it for something we believe in

We lived in a privileged world, use it for something we believe in

[Verse 2]

It’s a luck that matters, seeing a face might bring them back, reality transcending imagery

The movement of a man in relation to his inner self, his absolute being

Playing his true self, like shaking an outstretched hand

It’s a luck that matters ,management control