There are kisses that get lost
There are kisses that get lost
On the way, that find each other again
Sleeping under the bridges
We no longer save lost kisses
There are kisses that get lost
Kisses dreaming of being stolen
That never dared to land
There are kisses that get captured
In photos, Doisneau's kisses
I remain high and dry
We no longer save lost kisses
These kisses that get lost
When you are in front of me
Alone in the world waiting only for you
There are kisses that get lost
There are kisses that get lost
On the way, that find each other again
Sleeping under the bridges
We no longer save lost kisses