Desired Constellation - Björk, Ben Frost

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?

How am I going to make it right?

And you asked 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?

And you asked 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:

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?