Nick Drake

I can't ignore this game, my dear All your insinuations 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 Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 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 Oh, each single, warming night