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 meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
