Steven Wilson – Postcard (Guitar)

C                                     Em
  I think it's time that I got off the   kitchen floor

C                          Em
  But is there really any point at all?

C                         Em
  Waking up this morning felt the same

C                               Em
  I better sleep while life is so mundane

C                                      Em
  It could have been yesterday that I locked the door

C                                Em
  I blocked the windows up so I can't be sure

Am                             G
   Now I haven't even got the will to eat

F                             Em
  I'm lame and self-obsessed, that I will concede

C                                   Em
  I'd like to light a cigarette but I cannot

C                                    Em
  The light is dead and the gas has been cut off

C                                 Em
  I'm the one you always seem to read about

C                              Em
  The fire inside my eyes has long gone out

Am                                 G
   There's nothing left for me to say or do

F                               Em
  'Cause all that matters disappeared when I lost you