We talked for hours
And nothing made much sense
I'm sick and tired
Of sitting on the fence

'cause 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

'cause 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