Radiohead - Black Star (Live)

I get home from workAnd you're still standing in your dressing gownWell what am I to doI know all the things around your headAnd what they do to youWhat are we coming toWhat are we gonna doBlame it on the black starBlame it on the falling skyBlame it on the satellite that beams me homeThe troubled words of a troubled mindI try to understand what is eating youI try to stay awakeBut it's 58 hours since that I last slept with youWhat are we coming toI just don't know anymoreBlame it on the black starBlame it on the falling skyBlame it on the satellite that beams me homeI get on the train and I just stand aboutNow that I don't think of youI keep falling over I keep passing outWhen I see a face like youWhat am I coming toI'm gonna melt downBlame it on the black starBlame it on the falling skyBlame it on the satellite that beams me homeThis is killing meThis is killing me