The 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?

 

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?

 

Björk, The desired constellation (album: Medulla)

 

First hour of february 7th 2007

Done