Sangtekster:
Mellotron

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

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

You can write your tunes with rhythm and blues as your alibi You can sell your soul and lay the blame all on the passers-by You shake your body on the

Au point illimite Au point illimite La sensualite Noyee dans la tendresse Est illimitee

Oversettelse: Porcupine Tree. Mellotron Scratch.

I lost all I had (that April day) I turned to my friends (nothing to say) I wrote down a name (and read it twice) I wallowed in shame I said that I loved

: I lost all I had (that April day) I turned to my friends (nothing to say) I wrote down a name (and read it twice) I wallowed in shame I said that

I lost all I had (that April day) I turned to my friends (nothing to say) I wrote down a name (and read it twice) I wallowed in shame I said that I

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