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A tiny flame inside my hand |
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A compromise I never planned |
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Unravel out the finer strands |
| [01:10.05] |
And I'm looking at a blank page now |
| [01:16.07] |
Should I fill it up with words somehow? |
| [01:30.90] |
I whispered something in her ear |
| [01:42.81] |
I bare my soul but she don't hear |
| [01:54.00] |
The scratching of a mellotron it always seemed to make her cry |
| [02:05.78] |
Well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky |
| [02:17.57] |
The scratching of a mellotron it always seemed to make her cry |
| [02:26.36] |
(Nothing rises from my feet of clay, but it's okay. Red mist spreads across my fingertips, ardor slips) |
| [02:42.23] |
I lay her gently on my clothes |
| [02:54.00] |
She will leave me yes I know |
| [03:09.00] |
And I'm looking at a blank page now |
| [03:14.64] |
Should I fill it up with words somehow? |
| [03:28.86] |
The scratching of a mellotron it always seemed to make her cry |
| [03:40.74] |
Well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky |
| [03:52.42] |
The scratching of a mellotron it always seemed to make her cry |
| [04:01.00] |
(Nothing rises from my feet of clay, but it's okay) |
| [04:04.49] |
Well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky |
| [04:15.00] |
(Red mist spreads across my fingertips, ardor slips) |
| [05:53.03] |
Don't look back into black |
| [05:56.63] |
Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down |
