This never ending song is scratching,scratching my brainlike a vinyl in desirethis never ending thought is coming and is goneit’s traveling on a plane on my way.And in a highway too, as if I speak for you and I saythat you did those things I did in the past,it’s trueAnd in a highway too, in a truck I dokeep your stuff in my pocket,just like I did with the days we flew.This never ending thought is coming and is goneit’s traveling on a plane on my wayThis never ending song is coming and is goneit’s traveling on a plane on my way.Gone, play onGone, play onOh gone, play onGone, play on...
