Desired Constellation کے بول

It's tricky when you feel someone Has done something on your behalf It's slippery when your sense of justice Murmurs underneath and is asking you How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? With a palm full of stars I throw them like dice (repeatedly) On the table (repeat, repeatedly) I shake them like dice And throw them on the table Repeatedly (repeatedly) Until the desired constellation appears How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? (And you hear: How am I going to make it right?) How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? (How am I going to make it right?)