A tiny flame inside my hand

A comprimise I never planned

Unravel out the finer strands



And I'm looking at a blank page now

Should I fill it 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



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 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



Nothing rises from my feet of clay, but it's OK

Red mist spreads across my fingertips, ardour slips



Don't look at me with your mothers eyes or your killer smile

sing a lullaby