Karaoke Black Star Radiohead

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-eight 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

Ooh ooh ooh this is killing me

Ooh ooh ooh this is killing me