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?(x2)
With a palm full of stars I throw them like dice Repeatedly On the table 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?