Lyrics Paris Match - 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
you've
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
once
more;
Because
you've
clouded
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
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
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