É lindo! É lindo! É lindo!

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 beams me home.

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.

blame it on the black star

blame it on the falling sky

blame it on the satellite that beams 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 am I coming to?

I'm gonna melt down.

[ Black Star, Radiohead ]