Pulp - Roadkill | Текст песни

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The feel of my arm around your waist,
the pale blue nightdress that you wore.
Your hair in braids, your sailor top:
the things I don't see anymore.
You lost your suitcase in my hotel room,
a subway token from your Ma.
The sun reflecting off the water on your face
& the way you drove your car.
All these things I can't forget
tho' I don't see you anymore.

Drove to the airport thru' a traffic jam;
a deer lay dying in the road.
Maybe I should have seen it as some kind of sign,
except I don't believe in them no more.
No, no
- but I believe these things I can't forget,
tho' I don't see you anymore.
Yes, I believe these things I can't forget,
'cos I see them - tho' I don't see you anymore