Style Council - The Paris Match 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; 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