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 [bad word] 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 58hours since that I last slept with you.
what are [bad word] to?
I just don’t know anymore.

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 [bad word] to?
I’m gonna melt down