Black Star Lyrics by Radiohead

I get home from work and youre 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 in on the falling sky,
Blame in on the satellite, that beams me home.

The trouble words of a troubled mind, I try to understand what is eating you.
I try to stay awake, but its 58 hours since that I last slept with you.
What are we coming to?
I just dont know any