[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