Gone, Play On
Russian Red
This never-ending song is scratching, scratching my brain
Like a vinyl in desire
This never-ending thought is coming and is gone
It's traveling on a plane on my way
And in a highway too, as if I speak for you
And I say that you did those things I did in the past, it's true
And in a hurry too, in a truck, I do
Keep your stuff in my pocket
Just like I did with the days we flew
This never-ending song is coming and is gone
It's traveling on a plane on my way
This never-ending song is coming and is gone
It's traveling on a plane on my way
Gone, play on
Gone, play on
Gone, play on
Gone, play on
Gone, play on
Gone, play on
Gone, play on
Gone, play on