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?)
