[Verse 1]
Its tricky when
You feel someone
Has done something on your behalf
Its slippery when
Your sense of justice
Murmurs underneath
And is asking you:

[Chorus]
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?

[Verse 2]
With a palm full of stars
I throw them like dice
On the table
And throw them on the table
(Repeatedly)
Repeatedly
(Re-repeatedly)
Until the desired constellation
Appears

[Outro]
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 makе it right?)
How am I going to make it right?
(How?)
How am I going to make it right?
(How am I going to make it right?)