[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