Bjrk — Desired Constellation

[Verse 1] 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: [Chorus] How am I going to make it right? How am I going to make it right? [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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?)