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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
- Album:
- Octane Twisted
- Signify
- Coma Divine
- The Incident
- Metanoia
- We Lost The Skyline
- Fear of a Blank Planet
- Miscellaneous
- Recordings
- Anesthetize (Live)
- Lightbulb Sun
- Warszawa
- 4 Chords That Made a Million
- XMII
- 2001-06-23: NEARfest 2001, Bethlehem, PA, USA
- The Porcupine Tree Delerium EP
- Stupid Dream Demos (extended version)
- 1999-10-18: Transbordeur Club, Lyon, France
- Arriving Somewhere…
- Recordings II