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
And the cracks are representative of what is going on
G F C
I lose a breath my love-line seems intertwined with death
G
I'm thinking of you too
G 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 seeping 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