The troubled words of a troubled mind
I try to stay awake but its 58 hours
Blame it on the satellite
I know all the things around your head
Blame it on the satellite
What are we gonna do?
When I see a face like you
Blame it on the falling sky
Well what am I to do?
That beams me home
Blame it on the satellite
I just don't know anymore
Blame it on the falling sky
And what they do to you
This is killing me
That beams me home
Blame it on the falling sky
Since that I last slept with you
What am I coming to?
Blame it on the black star
I keep falling over I keep passing out
What are we coming to?
I get on the train and I just stand about
I try to understand what is eating you
I'm gonna melt down
That beams me home
What are we coming to?
Blame it on the black star
Now that I don't think of you
Blame it on the black star