The Band

Description: [black star][the bends] 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... ( +expand to view full text )

Description: [black star][the bends] 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 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.