Lyrics Desired Constellation - Ben Frost's Mix - Björk & The Icelandic Choir

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,
Repeated,
Repeatedly.
I shake them like dice,
And throw them on the table,
Repeatedly,
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 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?