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
