I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown
well what am I to do?
what are we coming to?
what are we gonna do?
I know all the things around your head and what they do to you.
blame it on the black star the troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you.
blame it on the falling sky blame it on the satellite that beams me home.
I try to stay awake but its 58hours since that I last slept with you.
what are we coming to? I just don't know anymore.
I keep falling over I keep passing out when I see a face like you.
what am I coming to?
I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don't think of you.
I'm gonna melt down.
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