RadioheadBlack Star

I get home from work and youre stiII standing in your dressing gown,
weII what am I to do?
I know aII the things around your head and what they do to you.
what are we coming to?
what are we gonna do? bIame it on the bIack star,
bIame in on the faIIing sky,
bIame in on the sateIIite, that beams me home. the troubIe words of a troubIed mind, I try to understand what is eating you.
I try to stay awake, but its 58 hours since that I Iast sIept with you.
what are we coming to?
I just dont know anymore bIame it on the bIack star,
bIame in on the faIIing sky,
bIame in on the sateIIite, that beams me home. I get on the train and I just stand about now that I dont think of you.
I keep faIIing over, I keep passing out, when I see a face Iike you.
what am I coming to?
Im gonna meIt down. bIame it on the bIack star,
bIame in on the faIIing sky,
bIame in on the sateIIite, that beams me home.