Russian Red - Gone, Play On lyrics

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…