Lazarus
Porcupine Tree
4:19A tiny flame inside my head A compromise I never planned Unravel out the finest trends And I'm looking at a blank page now Should have filled 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 (nothing rises from my feet of clay) (But it's ok) It always seemed to make her cry (red mist spreads across my fingertips) (Ardour slips) I lay her gently on my clove She will leave me, yes, I know And I'm looking at a blank page now Should have filled 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 (nothing rises from my feet of clay) (But it's ok) It always seemed to make her cry (red mist spreads across my fingertips) (Ardour slips) Well, maybe she remembers us (nothing rises from my feet of clay) (But it's ok) Collecting space up in the sky (red mist spreads across my fingertips) (Ardour slips) Don't look back into black Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down Don't look back into black Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down Don't look back into black (to end as friends) Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down (so painful) Don't look back into black (to end as friends) Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down (so painful) Don't look back into black (don't look down, shut it down) Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down (don't look down, shut it down) Don't look back into black (don't look down, shut it down) Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down (don't look down, shut it down) Don't look back into black (don't look down, shut it down) Don't let the memory or the sound drag you down (don't look down, shut it down)