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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 grey 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... SongtexteI 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... Aus Songtexte Mania