The Paris Match

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