It's been seven hours long
and your shadow still hangs on
you've been two weeks gone
So tonight I followed you home
There are so many different ways
Of collecting all the strays
The ones that get away
Old fascinations we crave
New sensations
Old fascination
It's feeding my frustrations
It's feeding my frustrations
And I haven't got the patience
These sheets are still warm
This bed is our only home
We make arrangements over the phone
Where has all the conversation gone? There are so many different ways
Of collecting all the strays
The ones that get away
Old fascinations we crave
New sensations
Old fascination
It's feeding my frustrations
It's feeding my frustrations
And I haven't got the patience
