The Paris Match - Paul Weller

    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

    Marco Giunco
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