A tiny flame inside my head
A compromise I never planned
Unravel out the finest trends
And I'm looking at a blank page now
Should have filled it up with words somehow
I whispered something in her ear
I'd bear my soul but she don't hear
The scratching of a mellotron
It always seemed to make her cry
Well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky
The scratching of a mellotron
It always seemed to make her cry
(Nothing rises from ? fingertips, heart it slips)
I lay her gently on my clove
She will leave me, yes I know
And I'm looking at a blank page now
Should have filled it up with words somehow
The scratching of a mellotron
It always seemed to make her cry
Well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky
The scratching of a mellotron
It always seemed to make her cry
(Nothing rises from ? fingertips, heart it slips)
Well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky
(Nothing rises from ? fingertips, heart it slips)
Don't look back into
Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down
Don't look back into
Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down
Don't look back into
Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down
Don't look back into
Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down
Don't look back into
Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down
Don't look back into
Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down
Don't look back into
Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down