Lyrics

So this is where
Your trouble starts
So said Ms Le Bon
I have drawn ten thousand charts
But this one stands alone
So pay your dues and lock the door
Watch your back
I’ll say no more
It’s better that you know the score
My friend
It is what it is
Mon ami
The cosmos
Will not set you free
Some charts show a path to glory
Tied to the divine
Yours is another story
Harder to define
This Mademoiselle could use some tact
An old astrologer’s tired act
But sac le bleu!
She’s got the facts
My friend
Oh it’s a time of deep reflection
No pretense of perfection
Just trying to find
Your direction home
It is what it is
Mon ami
The cosmos
Will not let you be
With the deck of cards in hand
She started in again
Thinking I could understand
It just caused my head to spin

She spread the cards from fire to ice
The Hanging Man the Sacrifice
The Tarrot is a cruel device
My friend
It’s a time of deep reflection
No pretense of perfection
No Hero no protection
Just trying to find your direction home

The planAnd neither do Iets move around
The planets make a sound
The planets they don’t lie