Porcupine Tree - Mellotron Scratch скачать mp3

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