Postcards From Catalunya

We talked for hours And nothing made much sense I'm sick and tired Of sitting on the fence 'Cos I've been sitting here for hours And I thought I found the answers to The questions I was asking Now I'm not sure what they were Amongst the postcards of Catalunya And the late night conversations I, I can't find the hows or whys We talk in circles We move in narrow lines I miss the gray patch Between the black and white And I've been sitting here for hours And I thought I found the answers to The questions I was asking Now I'm not sure what they were Amongst the postcards of Catalunya And the late night conversations I, I can't find the hows or whys I miss the silence Of sitting here alone I think I love you But I'm better on my own 'Cos I've been sitting here for hours And I thought I found the answers to The questions I was asking Now I'm not sure what they were Amongst the postcards of Catalunya And the late night conversations I, I can't find the hows or whys I can't find the hows or whys I can't find the hows or whys I can't find the hows or whys

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