Roadkill - Pulp

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