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

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