Steven Wilson - Mellotron Scratch lyrics

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 (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 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 (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 (Well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky) Don't look at me with your mother's eyes or your k**er smile Sing a lullaby Don't look back into black Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down Don't look back into black Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down Don't look back into black (To end as friends; so painful) Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down (Don't look down; shut it down)...