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 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…

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…