[::music starts::: I get home from work and your still standing in your dressing gown and what am I to do]

A man walks into his appartment and finds his girlfriend sitting at the living room window deep in thought, writing in a notepad. She looks up, aknowledges him with a half smile and quiet "hi", and returns to her writing. The man smiles back but it quickly fades as he walks into the bathroom.

[I know all the things around your head and what they do to you]

The girl looks back up at where he was previously standing and a tear runs down her cheeck.

[What are we coming to? What are we gonnna do?]

In the bathroom, the boyfriend looks in the mirror and runs his hands through his hair as if something is deeply troubling him, takes a deep breath, and walks out.

[Blame it on the black star, blame it on the falling sky]

He walks up behind his girlfriend who is still immersed in her writing. He opens his mouth as if is going to say something but stops and goes into the kitchen.

[Blame it on the satelite that beams me home]

Pours himself a cup of coffee and looks out the window at old man selling newspapers. Close up on the lonely old man.

[Troubled words in troubled minds, I try to understand what its eating you]

Returning to the apartment, the girlfriend who has stopped writing for a moment, is sadly looking out the living room window at the same old man.

[I try to stay awake but its 58 hours since that I last slept with you]

The boyfriend looking rather agitated and depressed at the same time, bursts in from the kitchen and walkes out of the appartment anouncing to his girlfriend that hes going out.

[What are coming to? I just don't know anymore]

When he leaves, the girlfriend starts to cry, then continues to write.

[Blame it on the black star, blame it on the falling sky, blame it on the satelite that beams me home.. ::music:::]

The boyfriend is now outside, on a bench which is next to the old man's newspaper stand, that he had seen from the window. He is noticably upset.

[I get on the train and I just stand about now that I dont think of you]

Back inside the empty appartment... the boyfriend walks in to find a note on the coffee table.

[I keep falling over I keep passing out when I see a face like you]

He reads the letter with no visable emotion.

[What are we coming to I'm gonna melt down]

He breaks down and cries.

[Blame it on the black star, blame it on the falling sky, blame it on the satelite that beams me home]

The (former) girlfriend is on a train with a bag. The members of Radiohead are passengers on the train. The girl starts to cry and Thom hands her a tissue with a sympathetic expression on his face.

[:::music::: oh this is killing me...]

Back at the appartment, the (former) boyfriend is standing on the ledge of the fire excape of his appartment overlooking the street below where the old man is selling newspapers. It looks as though he about to jump, but instead he takes the letter and throws it as hard as he can. The old man picks up the letter off the street and looks up at the (former) boyfriend who returns inside his apartment with a contented look on his face.