Steven Wilson - Postcard 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 Am G F Em 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 Wii F I'm lame and self-obsessed Em That I will concede C Em C Em Am G F Em 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 Am G F Em 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