Black Star

I get home from work
And youre 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
Troubled words of a troubled mind
Try to understand what is eating you
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
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 are we coming to?
Im gonna melt down
Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite
That beams me home