Mellotron Scratch

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