| Song | Scratches |
| Artist | Fil |
| Album | The Occasional Life of FiL |
| 作词 : Philip Powell | |
| 作曲 : Philip Powell | |
| My love for you has worn away | |
| Hunting like a cat most nights most days | |
| My mood lacks bite | |
| When you’re here we fight | |
| Our dream has never been the same | |
| Anyone you see you think’s fair-game | |
| My mood is shite | |
| We’re sick of the sight | |
| You’ve had your friends you've had some of mine | |
| You think it’s cool you think it’s fine | |
| My mood lacks sparkle | |
| We’re just a debacle | |
| Out on the town hunting your catches | |
| While I’m stuck here covered in scratches. |
| zuò cí : Philip Powell | |
| zuò qǔ : Philip Powell | |
| My love for you has worn away | |
| Hunting like a cat most nights most days | |
| My mood lacks bite | |
| When you' re here we fight | |
| Our dream has never been the same | |
| Anyone you see you think' s fairgame | |
| My mood is shite | |
| We' re sick of the sight | |
| You' ve had your friends you' ve had some of mine | |
| You think it' s cool you think it' s fine | |
| My mood lacks sparkle | |
| We' re just a debacle | |
| Out on the town hunting your catches | |
| While I' m stuck here covered in scratches. |