Black Star

I get home from work and lost to standing in your dress

So girl, what a eye to do

All things around your head

What they do to you

What are we coming to?

What are we coming to?

Blame it on the black star

Blame it out of the falling sky

Blame it out of the satellite

It leaves me home

Trouble words of a troubled mind

I try to understand

What does it mean to you?

I try to stay awake

For this fifteen hours

Since then I've all slept with you

But I would come and see

Just a little

Black star

Blame it on the falling sky

Blame it on the satellite

who's me i keep falling over i keep passing out when i see a face like you

Star Blame it on the Fallen Sky Blame it on the Satellite

Beams me on

This is good

This is good