It's been seven hours long

And you're 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.

Oh, fascinations, we play

New sensations

Oh, fascination, it's been in my

Frustration

It's been in my frustrations

And I haven't got the patience.

Frustrations, sensations, and fascinations, and fascinations

Frustrations, sensations, and fascinations, and fascinations.

Oh, fascination,

New sensation [2x]

Oh, fascinations, we play

New sensations

Oh, fascination,

It's been in my, frustration

It's been in my, frustrations

And I haven't got the patience.