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