For The Strangers - Suede

Lips like semaphore to my heart

We slither and slide and slip

Stings like aerosol in my eyes

And nothing compares to this

And its ever so clear

And its ever so plain

For the strangers the strangers

And its ever so clear

And its ever so plain

For the all strangers out there

Pips from oranges spat away

To gutters and drains and bins

Left like promises on a train

When you delivered yourself to him

And its ever so clear

And its ever so plain

For the strangers the strangers

And its ever so clear

And its ever so plain

For the all strangers out there

A paper trail on the road

That was left for the gulls

Like the birds flying north

Its been growing guns

And its ever so clear

And its ever so plain

For the strangers the strangers

And its ever so clear

And its ever so plain

For the all strangers out there

For all the strangers

For all the strangers out there

For all the strangers

For all the strangers out there

For all the strangers

For all the strangers out there

For all the strangers

For all the strangers out there