Letra de An Illustration Of Loneliness (Sleepless In New York) - Courtney Barnett

I lie 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 lie awake at three staring at the ceiling
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It�s kind of off-white� maybe it�s a cream
There�s oily residue dripping from the ceiling
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

Wondering what you�re doing
What you�re listening to, which quarter of the moon
You�re viewing from your bedroom
Watching all the movies, drinking all the smoothies
Swimming at the pool� I�m thinking of you too