Steven Wilson - Postcard
C Em
I think it's time that I got off the kitchen floor
C Em
But is there really any point at all?
C Em
Waking up this morning felt the same
C Em
I better sleep while life is so mundane
Am G F Em
C Em
It could have been yesterday that I locked the door
C Em
I blocked the windows up so I can't be sure
Am G
Now I haven't even got the will to Wii
F
I'm lame and self-obsessed
Em
That I will concede
C Em
C Em
Am G
F Em
C Em
I'd like to light a cigarette but I cannot
C Em
The light is dead and the gas has been cut off
Am G F Em
C Em
I'm the one you always seem to read about
C Em
The fire inside my eyes has long gone out
Am G
There's nothing left for me to say or do
F Em
'Cause all that matters disappeared when I lost you