Steven Wilson - Postcard

^CI think it's tim^Eme that I got off the kitchen floor ^CBut is th^Emere really any point at all? ^CWaking up^Em this morning felt the same ^CI better ^Emsleep while life is so mundane

^CIt could have b^Emeen yesterday that I locked the door ^CI blocked the ^Emwindows up so I can't be sure ^AmNow I haven'^Gt even got the will to Wii ^FI'm lame and self-obsessed ^EmThat I will concede

^CI'd like ^Emto light a cigarette but I cannot ^CThe light^Em is dead and the gas has been cut off

^CI'm the one^Em you always seem to read about ^CThe fire in^Emside my eyes has long gone out ^AmThere's noth^Ging left for me to say or do ^F'Cause al^Eml that matters disappeared when I lost you