Gone, Play On Songtext

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