Eliza Lumley - Black Star текст песни

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

Troubled words of a troubled mind
Try to understand what is eating you
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 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 don't think of you
I keep falling over, I keep passing out
When i see a face like you

What are we coming to ?
I'm gonna melt down

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