Do you believe in fate? Are we not really responsible for the course our lives take? That it's all pre-destined, written in the stars. Maybe that's why, in the city you can't even see the stars, your love life tends to feel more random. And even if every man, every kiss, every heartache is pre-ordered from some cosmic catalogue, can we still take a wrong step and wander off our own personal milky way? I can't help but wonder, can you make a mistake and miss your fate? Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them what would shape our lives?
(free transcription from Bradshaw, SitC, 2005)