Mellotron Scratch

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A tiny flame inside my head A comprimise I never planned Unravel out the finer strands

And I'm looking at a blank page now Should I fill it with words somehow?

I whispered something in her ear I bear my soul but she don't hear

The scratching of a mellotron It always seemed to make her cry Well maybe she remebers us Colllecting space up in the sky

Nothing rises from my feet of clay, but it's OK Red mist spreads across my fingertips, ardour slips

I lay her gently on my clothes She will leave me, yes I know

And I'm looking at a blank page now Should I fill it 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

Nothing rises from my feet of clay, but it's OK Red mist spreads across my finger tips, ardour slips Don't look at me with your mother's eyes or your killer smile Sing a lullaby

Don't look back into black Don't let the memory of the sound drag you down To end as friends so painful Don't look down Shut it down