Текст песни Style Council - The Paris Match
Style Council - The Paris Match слова песни
Empty hoursSpent combing the streetIn daytime showersTheyve become my beat;As I walk from cafe to barI wish I knew where you are;Because youve clouded my mindAnd now Im all out of timeEmpty skies say try to forgetBetter advice is to have no regrets;As I tread the boulevard floorWill I see once more;Because youve clouded my mindtill then Im biding my timeIm only sad in a natural wayAnd I enjoy sometimes feeling this wayThe gift you gave is desireThe match that started my fireEmpty nights with nothing to doI sit and think, every thought is for you;I get so restless and boredSo I go out once more;I hate to feel so confinedI feel like Im wasting my time