BLACK STAR

I get home from work
And you're still standing in your dressing gown
Well what am i to do
I know all the things around your head
And what they do to you
What are we coming to
What are we gonna do

 

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite
That beams me home

 

The troubled words of a troubled mind
I try to understand what is eating you
I try to stay awake
But its 58 hours since that i last slept with you
What are we coming to
I just dont know anymore

 

I blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite
That beams me home

 

I get on the train and i just stand about
Now that i dont think of you
I keep falling over
I keep passing out
When i see a face like you
What am i going to
Im gonna melt down

 

I blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite
That beams me home

 

Ohhooo this is killing me
Ohhooo this is killing me