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 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.

Gone, play on…