- The Style Council The Paris Match 歌词
- The Style Council
- 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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