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   ...