Roadkill

The feel of my arm Around your waist The pale blue nightdress that you wore Oh Your hair in braids Your sailor top The things I don't see any more No, no You lost your suitcase In my hotel room A subway token from your Mum The sun reflecting off the water on your face And the way you drove your car All these things I can't forget No, I don't see them any more Drove to the airport Through a traffic jam A deer lay dying in the road Maybe I should have seen it as some kind of sign 'Cept I don't believe in them no more No, no But I believe these things I can't forget Oh, I don't see you any more Yeah, I believe these things I can't forget To see them though I don't see you any more --- Roadkill - Pulp