| Song | Roadkill |
| Artist | Pulp |
| Album | We Love Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nick Banks & Jarvis Cocker & Candida Doyle & Steve Mackey & Mark Webber | |
| 作词 : Banks, Cocker, Doyle, Mackey ... | |
| The feel of my arm around your waist | |
| The pale blue nightdress that you wore oh oh | |
| Your hair in braids, your sailor top | |
| The things that | |
| I don't see anymore no no | |
| You lost your suitcase in my hotel room | |
| A subway token from your mall | |
| The sun reflecting off the water on your face | |
| And the way you drove your car | |
| All these things | |
| I can't forget | |
| Though I don't see you anymore | |
| Drove to the airport thru' a traffic jam | |
| A deer lay dyin' 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 | |
| I don't see you anymore | |
| Ya, I believe these things, | |
| I can't forget' | |
| Cos I see them, though | |
| I don't see you anymore |
| zuo qu : Nick Banks Jarvis Cocker Candida Doyle Steve Mackey Mark Webber | |
| zuo ci : Banks, Cocker, Doyle, Mackey ... | |
| The feel of my arm around your waist | |
| The pale blue nightdress that you wore oh oh | |
| Your hair in braids, your sailor top | |
| The things that | |
| I don' t see anymore no no | |
| You lost your suitcase in my hotel room | |
| A subway token from your mall | |
| The sun reflecting off the water on your face | |
| And the way you drove your car | |
| All these things | |
| I can' t forget | |
| Though I don' t see you anymore | |
| Drove to the airport thru' a traffic jam | |
| A deer lay dyin' 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 | |
| I don' t see you anymore | |
| Ya, I believe these things, | |
| I can' t forget' | |
| Cos I see them, though | |
| I don' t see you anymore |
| zuò qǔ : Nick Banks Jarvis Cocker Candida Doyle Steve Mackey Mark Webber | |
| zuò cí : Banks, Cocker, Doyle, Mackey ... | |
| The feel of my arm around your waist | |
| The pale blue nightdress that you wore oh oh | |
| Your hair in braids, your sailor top | |
| The things that | |
| I don' t see anymore no no | |
| You lost your suitcase in my hotel room | |
| A subway token from your mall | |
| The sun reflecting off the water on your face | |
| And the way you drove your car | |
| All these things | |
| I can' t forget | |
| Though I don' t see you anymore | |
| Drove to the airport thru' a traffic jam | |
| A deer lay dyin' 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 | |
| I don' t see you anymore | |
| Ya, I believe these things, | |
| I can' t forget' | |
| Cos I see them, though | |
| I don' t see you anymore |