[Verse 1]
A tiny flame inside my hand
A compromise I never planned
Unravel out the finer strands
[Pre-Chorus]
And I'm looking at a blank page now
Should I fill it up with words somehow?
[Verse 2]
I whispered something in her ear
I bare my soul, but she don't hear
[Chorus]
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 my feet of clay, but it's OK
Red mist spreads across my fingertips, ardour slips
[Verse 3]
I lay her gently on my clothes
She will leave me, yes, I know
[Pre-Chorus]
And I'm looking at a blank page now
Should I fill it up with words somehow?
A tiny flame inside my hand
A compromise I never planned
Unravel out the finer strands
[Pre-Chorus]
And I'm looking at a blank page now
Should I fill it up with words somehow?
[Verse 2]
I whispered something in her ear
I bare my soul, but she don't hear
[Chorus]
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 my feet of clay, but it's OK
Red mist spreads across my fingertips, ardour slips
[Verse 3]
I lay her gently on my clothes
She will leave me, yes, I know
[Pre-Chorus]
And I'm looking at a blank page now
Should I fill it up with words somehow?
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