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