The Paris Match

The Paris Match (Early Version) - The Style Council

Empty hours

Spent combing the street

In daytime showers

They've become my beat

As I walk from cafe to bar

I wish I knew where you are

Because clouded my mind

And now I'm all out of time

Empty skies say try to forget

Better advice is to have no regrets

As I tread the boulevard floor

Will I see you once more

Because you've colored my mind

'Till then I'm biding my time

I'm only sad in a natural way

And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way

The gift you gave is desire

The match that started my fire

I'm only sad in a natural way

And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way

The gift you gave is desire

The match that started my fire

Empty nights with nothing to do

I sit and think

Every thought is for you

I get so restless and bored

So I go out once more

I hate to feel so confined

I feel like I'm wasting my time