Russian Red
Gone, Play On
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?
From Letras Mania