Текст (слова) песни: The Style Council - The Paris Match
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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