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.