An Illustration of Loneliness (Sleepless in New York) - Jim Eno Sessions

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 intertwined with death
 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 too
 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
 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 too
 I'm thinking of you too
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