nick drake

Russian Red

I can't ignore this game, my dear
all your isinuations break me
I have a faint, slight idea
of what is like your favourite nation.
Hit me with one more kiss
you won't find a better miss
or just keep wondering in your palace
you could as well take me for a flash dance.
Every single night I'll sleep in silent sights
not to disturb your dreaming.
No more insinuations or fake idilic nations
will set me far from where you are.
Each single, warming night.
Oh, each single, warming night.