Desired Constellation 歌词

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?)