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
Je suis tellement triste naturellement
Et j'aime tant de garder ce sentiment
Ton cadeau s'appelait désir
L'allumette qui portait ma flame
L'allumette qui portait ma flame
The match that started my fire
The Paris Match (Early Version) was written by Paul Weller.
The Paris Match (Early Version) was produced by Peter Wilson (Producer) & Paul Weller.