Artist: Radiohead

 Album: The Bends

 Title: 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 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