Faint Traces        (C) 1994 N.Thomas / D.Turner         When I kissed her         I didn't know that he was still there         Kissing her         And when I lay my head down gently         She could smell his sickly scent         His sickly scent, his sickly scent         On my breath         It doesn't matter much to me         It's just an avenue to me         And there are other ways and means         To lay affection at your feet