Bjork
Desired Constellation
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? With a palm full 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 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?
From Letras Mania