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?)