Black Star Songtext
von Jade Bird

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 comin' to?
What are we comin′ to?

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite
That brings me home

Oh, the troubled word
Of a troubled mind
I try to understand
How it eats at you


I try to stay awake
But it's been fifty-eight hours
Since 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 brings 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 are we 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 brings me home