“Mellotron Scratch” by Porcupine Tree 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…