Eliza Lumley - 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 wo gonna do
Blame in on the black star
Blame in on the falling sky
Blame in on the satellite that beams me home
The troble words of a troubled mind
Try to understand what is eating you
Try to stay awake but it's 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 in on the falling sky
Blame in on the satellite that beams me home
What am i coming to
I'm gonna melt down
Blame it on the black star
Blame in on the falling sky
Blame in on the satellite that beams me home