The Paris Match lyrics
Song information
Artist: Style Council Album: Introducing The Style Council
Lyrics
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; You sort of 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 you once more; Because you've colored 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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"Introducing The Style Council" album track list
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