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?)