Black star - Bones
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 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
What are we coming to
What are we gonna done
Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home