The Paris Match

Tracey Thorn

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