There was a party last night, last night Cigarettes and empty bottles, empty bottles Better open up this window, this window Need some air to clear my head, clear my head Alone in these strange beds I think that I've traveled enough Poetry and Aeroplanes I am tired of waiting for love Tend to fall asleep in the fast lane, in the fast lane Sometimes sinking low in the high life, in the high life No more happy songs of heartbreak, oh' heartbreak Or playing white knight misunderstood, misunderstood Alone in these strange streets I think that I've walked them enough Poetry and Aeroplanes I am tired of waiting for love Another night I lie awake In woken dreams of faith and fate Hope my love don't come too late Hope my love don't come too late Alone in these strange streets I think that I've walked them enough Poetry and Aeroplanes I am tired of waiting for love