From the album Foreign Tongues (Bonus Track Edition)
This is a song about choosing faith in cosmic destiny as the only option left when everything else has been poisoned. The speaker elevates their relationship to mythic status not because it's transcendent, but because institutions are corrupt, the land is sick, and fatalism is the last story standing. Destiny becomes a shelter when nothing else can be trusted.
Some people seek their fortune on the turn of a card / Or throwing some bones in a whiskey glass
The speaker frames other people as superstitious fortune-seekers, then spends the rest of the song claiming the universe has chosen him and his partner specially. He doesn't realize he's doing the same thing, just calling it destiny instead of luck.
Well, there's a poisonous cloud, there's a sickness in the land / All the judges in their robes got their rubber stamps
The song suddenly shifts from romance to apocalypse. Corrupt judges, sickness, poison—this isn't context for the love story, it's the reason the love story exists. When institutions fail and the world is sick, claiming destiny becomes a survival strategy.
Well, do you wanna dance till the roof caves in? / Yeah, and the guitars scream and the choir still sings
This might be about partying through disaster, or it might be literal—the world ending while music plays. Either way, the speaker is choosing ecstasy and denial over acknowledging what's collapsing around them.
I feel a heavy hand / Tangling with my plans
The 'heavy hand' sounds divine at first, but it's described as interference, not guidance. The speaker feels controlled, not blessed. The destiny he celebrates in the chorus is the same force blocking his agency in the pre-chorus.
It's in the stars, it's just you and me
The word 'just' lands different than 'written.' It's not grand anymore, it's isolated. The stars aren't blessing them, they're separating them from everyone else. Destiny becomes a bunker, not a celebration.
The song ends by repeating 'in the stars' until it loses meaning, which might be the point. When the world is poisoned and institutions are corrupt, destiny stops being romantic and becomes the only story that doesn't require trusting anything earthly. The relationship isn't special because the universe chose it—it's special because everything else has already failed.