Teksty: Porcupine Tree. Deadwing. 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

The scratching of a mellotron
It always seemed to make her cry

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
Well, maybe she remembers us
Collecting space up in the sky

Don't look back into black
Don't let the memory of the sound
Drag you down

Don't look back into black
Don't let the memory of the sound
Drag you down

Don't look back into black
Don't let the memory of the sound
Drag you down
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