Russian Red - Gone, Play On lyrics

rate me

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 highway too, in a truck I do

keep your stuff in my pocket,

just like I did with the days we flew.

This never ending thought 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

Oh gone, play on

Gone, play on...