Текст песни: Postcards from Catalunya + перевод

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…

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