Mellotron Scratch

A tiny flame inside my hand
 A compromise I never planned
 Unravel out the finer strands
 And I'm looking at a blank page now
 Should I fill it up with words somehow?
 I whispered something in her ear
 I bare 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
 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 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
 Nothing rises from my feet of clay, but it's OK
 Red mist spreads across my fingertips, 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 or the sound drag you down
 To end as friends; so painful
 Don't look down; shut it down