The Paris Match
The Style Council Lyrics


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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




Overall Meaning

The Style Council's song, "The Paris Match," is a melancholic and wistful ballad that speaks of the singer's longing for a lost love. The lyrics are filled with imagery of empty streets, skies, and nights, which reflect the emptiness and despair the singer feels. He spends his days wandering aimlessly, from cafes to bars, trying to forget his lost love.


He wishes he knew where his love is because she has clouded his mind, and he is all out of time. The singer's mind is filled with memories of his love and the gift she gave him, which is the desire that started his fire. He speaks of not wanting to feel so confined and that he feels like he's wasting his time. He enjoys feeling sad in a natural way and is biding his time until he can be with his love once again.


The song's melancholic tone and lyrics paint a vivid picture of the singer's longing and heartbreak. It speaks to the universal feeling of loss and the longing for someone or something we once had. The Paris Match is a beautiful and evocative song that showcases the Style Council's songwriting and musical talents.


Line by Line Meaning

Empty hours
I have nothing to do with my time.


Spent combing the street
I wander aimlessly during the day and night.


In daytime showers
I roam the streets even in the rain.


They've become my beat;
Wandering has become my daily routine.


As I walk from cafe to bar
I visit various places to distract myself.


I wish I knew where you are;
I miss someone dearly and wish I knew their whereabouts.


Because you've clouded my mind
Thoughts of this person consume my mind.


And now I'm all out of time
I have spent so much time thinking about this person that I now have none left.


Empty skies say try to forget
The empty sky suggests that I should forget about this person.


Better advice is to have no regrets;
It is better to live without regrets than to dwell on what could have been.


As I tread the boulevard floor
I continue to walk the streets.


Will I see once more;
I hope to see this person again one day.


Because you've clouded my mind
This person is still constantly on my mind.


'Till then I'm biding my time
Until then, I am waiting for a chance to see them again.


I'm only sad in a natural way
Feeling sad is a natural way to feel in my situation.


And I enjoy sometimes feeling this way
Sometimes, feeling sad is cathartic and enjoyable.


The gift you gave is desire
This person gave me the gift of desire.


The match that started my fire
Their influence sparked the fire of my desire.


Empty nights with nothing to do
I have nothing to do during the night.


I sit and think, every thought is for you;
I spend my nights thinking about this person exclusively.


I get so restless and bored
My lack of activity makes me restless and bored.


So I go out once more;
I continue to wander the streets as a way to distract myself.


I hate to feel so confined
I don't like feeling trapped and aimless.


I feel like I'm wasting my time
I feel like I'm not accomplishing anything by wandering aimlessly.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: PAUL JOHN WELLER

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