The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
Everyone kisses a stranger
From here or from elsewhere
He's a stranger
He's a stranger
Like kisses without any proof
A tongue without a passport
There's a frontier between kisses
As if for every kiss
You would have a card to show
As if for every kiss
You would know where to go
And if our kisses wait
Someday they will dry
Yes the tongue is sorry
When the mouth is closed tight
Everyone kisses a stranger
From here or from elsewhere
He's a stranger
He's a stranger
Like kisses without any proof
A tongue without its passport
Yes the tongue is sorry
When the mouth is closed tight
Everyone kisses a stranger
Everyone kisses a stranger
Everyone kisses a stranger
Everyone kisses a stranger