It’s tricky when you feel
That someone has done something
On your behalf
It’s slippery when
Your sense of justice
Murmurs underneath
And it’s asking
How am i going to make it right?
How am i going to make it right?
With a palmful of stars
I throw them like dice
Repeatedly
Repeatedly
On the table
I throw them on the table
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?
How am i going to make it right?
And you’re asking you
How am i going to make it right?
How am i going to make it right?
(icelandic / gibberish[?] Stuff )
Repeatedly
Repeatedly
You’re asking yourself
Repeatedly