Desired Constellation

It's tricky when you feel someone Has done some sin 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, 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 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? [Incomprehensible] How am I going to make it right? [Incomprehensible]