CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : 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 it's fifty hours
Since that I last slept with you

What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore