(Composição: Thom Yorke, Colin Greenwood, Ed O'Brien, Jonny Greenwood e Phil Selway) 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? [REFRÃO] 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 it's 58 hours Since that I last slept with you What are we coming to? I just don't know anymore [REFRÃO] 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 [REFRÃO] Ah, this is killing me (2x)
