Lyrics:

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
(repeat - 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?)