Mellotron Scratch [2023 Remaster] - Porcupine Tree.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Gavin Richard Harrison/Steven John Wilson/Colin Edwin Balch/Richard Barbieri
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Gavin Richard Harrison/Steven John Wilson/Colin Edwin Balch/Richard Barbieri
[00:37.67]A tiny flame inside my hand
[00:49.57]A compromise I never planned
[01:01.41]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

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作词 : Gavin Richard Harrison/Steven John Wilson/Colin Edwin Balch/Richard Barbieri
作曲 : Gavin Richard Harrison/Steven John Wilson/Colin Edwin Balch/Richard Barbieri
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
(Nothing rises from my feet of clay, but it's okay. Red mist spreads across my fingertips, ardor 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 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
(Nothing rises from my feet of clay, but it's okay)
Well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky
(Red mist spreads across my fingertips, ardor slips)
Don't look back into black
Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down