Текст песни 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.
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 song is coming and is gone,
It's traveling on a plane on my way.

Gone, play on,
Gone, play on