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Şarkı Sözleri 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 ...