Letras de Desired Constellation

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
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?
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?