BLACK STAR

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.

the troubled words

of a troubled mind

i try to understand

what is eating you.

i try to stay awake

but its 58hrs

since that i last 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?

im gonna meltdown.

blame it on the black star

blame it on the falling sky

blame it on the satellite

that beams me home.

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