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 a black star
blame it on a falling sky
blame it on a 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 it's 58hours
since that I slept with you
what are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore


I get on the train and I just stand about
now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over, I keep passing out
when I see a face like you
what am I coming to?
I'm gonna melt down

blame it on a black star
blame it on a falling sky
blame it on a satellite
that beams me home

this is killing me
this is killing me

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