this never ending song is scratching, scratching my brain like a vinyl in desire this never ending thought is coming and is gone its 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, its 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 its traveling on a plane on my way.