text: 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 it on the falling sky
  Blame it on the satellite that brings me home
  I get on the train and I just stand about
  Now that I dont think of you
  I keep falling over I keep passing out
  When I see a face like you
  What am I 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 brings me home
  Blame it on the black star
  Blame it on the falling sky
  Blame it on the satellite that brings me home
  Ah, blame it on