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

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

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

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

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

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