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, frustrations
It's feeding my, frustrations
And I haven't got the patience

These sheets are still warm
This bed is our on-ly 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 m, frustrations
And I haven't got the patience

Frustrations
Sensations
And fascinations
And fascinations

Frustrations
Sensations
And fascinations
Fascinations