"Postcards from Catalunya" as written by Nitin Sawhney and Samuel Lloyd Duckworth....
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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    General CommentThis song really hits me. Lines like 'I think I love you but I'm better on my own', 'I can't find the hows or whys'... this song is just gorgeous and one of the best on the new album.
    nehemiah553on April 03, 2008   Link
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    General Commentthis song is perfect.
    immaculate, i believe, is the only word that describes it.
    kbetrayon June 08, 2008   Link

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