Desired constellation de Björk

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?