Paroles de Nick Drake

I can't ignore this game, my dear All your insinuations break me I have a faint, a slight idea Of what is like your favorite 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 idyllic nations Will set me far from where you are. Each single, warming night. Oh, each single, warming night. Oh, each single, warming night.