Letra 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 On the table, repeatedly 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? And did 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?A fit memory.