Desired Constellation (Video) Songtext / Lyric

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, repeatedly

I shake them like dice

And throw them on the table, 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 did 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?



A fit memory.