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 did 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 brings 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 58 hours since that I last slept with 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 brings 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 crushing out

When I see a face like you

What am I coming to?

I just don't know anymore

I Blame it on the black star

I Blame it on the falling sky

I Blame it on the satellite that brings me home

Tonight, this is killing me

Tonight, this is killing me