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...
