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
    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?
  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
  This is killing me
  This is killing me