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 hurry 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
This never ending song is coming and is gone
It's traveling on a plane on my way

Gone, play on…
Gone, play on
Gone, play on
Gone, play on
Gone, play on
Gone, play on
Gone, play on
Gone, play on