[00:37.67]A tiny flame inside my hand
[00:49.57]A compromise I never planned
[01:01.41]Unravel out the finer strands
[01:10.05]And I'm looking at a blank page now
[01:16.07]Should I fill it up with words somehow?
[01:30.90]I whispered something in her ear
[01:42.81]I bare my soul but she don't hear
[01:54.00]The scratching of a mellotron it always seemed to make her cry
[02:05.78]Well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky
[02:17.57]The scratching of a mellotron it always seemed to make her cry
[02:26.36](Nothing rises from my feet of clay, but it's okay. Red mist spreads across my fingertips, ardor slips)
[02:42.23]I lay her gently on my clothes
[02:54.00]She will leave me yes I know
[03:09.00]And I'm looking at a blank page now
[03:14.64]Should I fill it up with words somehow?
[03:28.86]The scratching of a mellotron it always seemed to make her cry
[03:40.74]Well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky
[03:52.42]The scratching of a mellotron it always seemed to make her cry
[04:01.00](Nothing rises from my feet of clay, but it's okay)
[04:04.49]Well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky
[04:15.00](Red mist spreads across my fingertips, ardor slips)
[05:53.03]Don't look back into black
[05:56.63]Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down