There was a party last night, last night  Cigarettes and empty bottles, empty bottles  Better open up this window, this window  Need some air to clear my head, clear my head    Alone in these strange beds  I think that I've travelled enough  Poetry and aeroplanes  I am tired of waiting for love    Tend to fall asleep in the fast lane, in the fast lane  Sometimes sinking low in the high life, in the high life  No more happy songs of heartbreak, oh' heartbreak  Or playing white knight misunderstood, misunderstood    Alone in these strange streets  I think that I've walked them enough  Poetry and Aeroplanes  I am tired of waiting for love     Another night I lie awake   In woken dreams of faith and fate  Hope my love don't come too late  Hope my love don't come too late    Alone in these strange beds  I think that I've travelled enough  Poetry and Aeroplanes  I am tired of waiting for love