An Illustration of Loneliness [Sleepless in New York] lyrics

I lay awake at four

Staring at the wall

Counting all the cracks backwards

In my best French

Reminds me of a book I skim

Read in a surgery

All about palmistry

I wonder what's in store for me

I pretend the plaster

Is the skin on my palms

And the cracks are representative

Of what is going on

I lose a breath

My love line seems entwined with death

(Could be a spider web)...

I'm thinking of you too

I lay awake at three

Staring at the ceiling

It's a kind of off-white

Maybe it's a cream

There's oily residue

Seeping from the kitchen

It's art-deco-necromantic-chic

All the dinner plates are kitsch with Irish wolf-hounds

French baguettes wrapped loose around their necks

I think I'm hungry...

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you

Wondering what you're doing

What you're listening to

Which quarter of the moon

You're viewing from the bedroom

Watching all the movies

Drinking all the smoothies

Swimming at the pool...

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you