The Paris Match

<br>Empty hours<br><br>Spent combing the street<br><br>In daytime showers<br><br>Theyve become my beat;<br><br>As I walk from cafe to bar<br><br>I wish I knew where you are;<br><br>Because youve clouded my mind<br><br>And now Im all out of time<br><br>Empty skies say try to forget<br><br>Better advice is to have no regrets;<br><br>As I tread the boulevard floor<br><br>Will I see once more;<br><br>Because youve clouded my mind<br><br>till then Im biding my time<br><br><br><br>Im only sad in a natural way<br><br>And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way<br><br>The gift you gave is desire<br><br>The match that started my fire<br><br><br><br>Empty nights with nothing to do<br><br>I sit and think, every thought is for you;<br><br>I get so restless and bored<br><br>So I go out once more;<br><br>I hate to feel so confined<br><br>I feel like Im wasting my time