It's tricky when You feel someone Has done something On your behalf
It's slippery when Your sense of justice Murmurs underneath And you're asking:
How am I going to make this right?
With a palmful of stars I throw them like dice Repeatedly I shake them like dice And throw them on the table Repeatedly Repeatedly Until the desired constellation appears And I ask myself:
How am I going to make this right? How am I going to make this right? How am I going to make this right? And you hear How am I going to make this right?