The Paris Match

Empty hours spent combing the streets
In daytime showers theyve become my beat
As I walk from Cafe to Bar
I wish I knew where you are
Youve sort of clouded my mind
And now Im all out of time
Empty skies say try to forget
Better advice is to have no regret
As I tread the boulevard floor
Will I see you once more
Because you coloured my mind
Till then Im biding my time
Im 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
Feel like Im wasting my time
Im 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
The match that started my fire
The match that started my fire