[Verse 1] I lay awake at four, staring at the wall Counting all the cracks backwards in my best French Reminds me of a book I skimread in a surgery All about palmistry, I wonder whats 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 loveline seems intertwined with death [Chorus] Im thinking of you too [Verse 2] I lay awake at three, staring at the ceiling Its a kind of offwhite, maybe its a cream Theres oily residue seeping from the kitchen Its artdeco necromantic chic, all the dinner plates are kitsch with Irish Wolf Hounds, French baguettes wrapped loose around their necks I think Im hungry, Im thinking of you too [Chorus] Im thinking of you too Im thinking of you too Im thinking of you too Im thinking of you [Verse 3] Wondering what youre doing, what youre listening to Which quarter of the moon youre viewing from your bedroom Watching all the movies, drinking all the smoothies Swimming at the pool, Im thinking of you too [Chorus] Im thinking of you too Im thinking of you too Im thinking of you too Im thinking of you too Im thinking of you too Im thinking of you too Im thinking of you too Im thinking of you too Im thinking of you too Im thinking of you too Im thinking of you too Im thinking of you
thinking, french, skimread, smoothy, palmistry