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 in on the falling sky
Blame in on the satellite
that beams me home
The trouble words
of a troubled mind
I try to understand
what is eating you
I try to stay awake
but it's 58 hours since that
I last slept with you
What are we coming to
I just don't know anymore
Blame it on the black star
Blame in on the falling sky
Blame in on the satellite
that beams me home

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 the black star
Blame in on the falling sky
Blame in on the satellite
that beams me home

This is killing me
This is killing me