An Illustration Of Loneliness Sleepless In New York

G I lay awake at four, staring at the wall F C Bb Counting all the cracks backwards in my best French G Reminds me of a book I skim-read in a surgery F C Bb All about palmistry, I wonder what's in store for me G F I pretend the plaster is the skin on my palms C Bb 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 Bb G I lay awake at three, staring at the ceiling F C Bb It's a kind of off-white, maybe it's a cream G There's oily residue seeping from the kitchen F C Bb 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 Bb I'm thinking of you too G I'm thinking of you too F C Bb I'm thinking of you too G I'm thinking of you too