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 whysWe talk in circles
We move in narrow lines
I miss the gray patch
Between the black and whiteAnd 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 whysI 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 whysI can't find the hows or whys
I can't find the hows or whys
I can't find the hows or whys
Songwriters
Nitin Sawhney;Samuel Lloyd DuckworthPublished by
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