It's been 7 hours long
And your shadow still hangs on
You've been 2 weeks gone
And 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 is feeding my frustration
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 is feeding my frustration
It's feeding my frustrations
And I haven't got the patience
Frustrations
Sensations
And fascinations, And fascinations
Frustrations
Sensations
And fascinations, And fascinations