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

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 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

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 mother´s eyes or your killer smile
Sing a lullaby

Don´t look back into black
Don´t let the memory of sound drag you down
To end as friends so painful
Don´t look down
Shut it down