Nick Drake
I can't ignore this game, my dearAll your insinuations break meI have a faint, slight ideaOf what is like your favorite nationHit me with one more kissYou won't find a better missOr just keep wondering in your palaceYou could as well take me for a flash danceEvery single night I'll sleep in silent sightsNot to disturb your dreamingNo more insinuations or fake idyllic nationsWill set me far from where you areEach single, warming nightOh, each single, warming night