Mellotron Scratch

A tiny flame inside my hand
A compromise I never planned
Unravel out the finest strand

And I’m looking at a blank page now
Should have filled it up with words somehow

I whispered something in her ear
Open my soul but she don’t hear

CHORUS (x2):
The scratching on the 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 have filled it up with words somehow

CHORUS (x2)

Don’t look at me with your mother’s eyes
or your killer smile
Sing a lullaby