Postcards From Catalunya (Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly)

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