now its the horchow collection
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?
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
Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
This is killing me
This is killing me
sometimes i feel really really alone..... tonight is one of those nights, i just felt like talking tonight, i wanted to talk for hours. about everything and about nothing, i just wanted to hear the fimiliar comfortng voice. i feel like i cant completly comunicat with anyone else, i mean i talk to others, but its not the same, its not as fulfilling it doesnt give me the same feeling. im not surrounded by roommates and friends at night, i have kermittt the frog and a suit of armor, basically what im saying is that once the phone call, which i waited for all night is over. i feel completly alone. i hate this feeling, it makes me miserable, it gives me terrible thoughts. i hate not being able to see the one person that i really care about, and i hate it when we dont even say our goodbyes are full of uncertainty and maybe even anger.
i miss everything about you....................
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?
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
Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
This is killing me
This is killing me
sometimes i feel really really alone..... tonight is one of those nights, i just felt like talking tonight, i wanted to talk for hours. about everything and about nothing, i just wanted to hear the fimiliar comfortng voice. i feel like i cant completly comunicat with anyone else, i mean i talk to others, but its not the same, its not as fulfilling it doesnt give me the same feeling. im not surrounded by roommates and friends at night, i have kermittt the frog and a suit of armor, basically what im saying is that once the phone call, which i waited for all night is over. i feel completly alone. i hate this feeling, it makes me miserable, it gives me terrible thoughts. i hate not being able to see the one person that i really care about, and i hate it when we dont even say our goodbyes are full of uncertainty and maybe even anger.
i miss everything about you....................