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 is asking you
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 on the table
I shake them like dice and throw them on the table, 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?
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
[Incomprehensible]