G
I lay awake at four, staring at the wall
F C
Counting all the cracks backwards in my best French
G
Reminds me of a book I skim-read in a surgery
F C
All about palmistry, I wonder what's in store for me
G F
I pretend the plaster is the skin on my palms
C G
And the cracks are representative of what is going on
F C
I lose a breath... my love-line seems intertwined with death
G
I'm thinking of you too
F C
G
I lay awake at three, staring at the ceiling
F C
It's a kind of off-white, maybe it's a cream
G
There's oily residue dripping from the kitchen
F C
It's art-deco necromantic chic, all the dinner plates are kitsch with
G F
Irish Wolf Hounds, French baguettes wrapped loose around their necks
C G
I think I'm hungry, I'm thinking of you too
F C
I'm thinking of you too
G
I'm thinking of you too
F C
I'm thinking of you too
G
I'm thinking of you too
G
Wondering what you're doing, what you're listening to
F C
Which quarter of the moon you're viewing from your bedroom
G
Watching all the movies, drinking all the smoothies
F C G
Swimming at the pool, I'm thinking of you too
F C
I'm thinking of you too
G
I'm thinking of you too
F C
I'm thinking of you too
Stan.