Monday, March 14, 2005

Björk

DESIRED CONSTELLATION

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?)

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