[Verse]
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:
[Outro]
How am I going to make it right?[x3]
And you hear
How am I going to make it right?
Zeige deinen Freunden, dass dir Desired Constellation von Björk gefällt:
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