The Paris Match

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