Mercurys in retrograde
Don't believe a thing I say
You know I don't believe that stuff
My mind's only made of dustThe echo always said get real
Mostly I just go by feel
Kick it first if it don't start
Dont need tools I got my heartAre we free, or afraid
Of what were told
Are we out of or under
ControlWhen Saturn returns I begin
To trust in patterns more than men
Or the stories that they tell
Even when they tell them wellThe echo always sounded good
Until I finally understood
I only had to open the door
Now I dont trust the echo anymoreAre we free, or afraid
Of what were told
Are we out of or under
ControlAll these planets pulling me around
They pulled my face into a frown
Even though my minds made up
My mind's only made of dust
From stars and clouds and oceans all unseen
From stars and clouds and oceans all unseenAre we free, or afraid
Of what were told
Are we out of or under
Control