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
Превод: Порцупине Трее. Меллотрон Огреби.