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 coming to?
what are we gonna do?
the troubled 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 don't know anymore.
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 am i 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 beams me home . . .
Beautiful! Just beautiful.
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?
the troubled 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 don't know anymore.
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 am i 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 beams me home . . .
Beautiful! Just beautiful.
janet:
Thank you, thank you! We will meet again 
nikonphoto80:
Did you write that? or is that a song?