Trellick Tower

You propelled yourself into the arms of God and Christ and all the angels, now you're high above the people who you used to call your equals. I will stay behind and live this life you left me as a witness who can tidy up your business and record that someone lived here in the shade of Trellick Tower. In those days of living gently something holy used to love me something holy used to touch me, then he heard the voice I couldn't hear. He's gone to where it sent him and now I'm praying for this pain to clear. He's waiting on ascension.

And now I'm praying but there's still no change, you're high as Trellick Tower. Throw your hair down when you let me spend my life trying to climb you. And I'm praying till my knees don't fold, praying till my hands don't close, praying till my fingers close.

And you've propelled yourself into the arms of God and Christ and all the saints, now I've been walking through our house like separation made it sacred. I've been burying the books you left. I treat them like they're ancient, and I think relics ache for when the saint had breath. They miss the thing that changed them.

And I'm a relic and you're so, so high, you're high as Trellick Tower. Throw your hair down when you let me spend my life trying to climb you and praying till my knees don't fold, praying till my hands don't close, praying till my fingers close.

And in the shade of Trellick Tower I spent a while trying to keep you. Tell all the people moving on, "hey, hey, something holy used to live here." Now I'm a relic of a life gone by kneeling to address the sky and I'll keep praying till the binds untie, praying but I don't know why. And I'll keep praying till the binds untie, praying but I don't know why. Oh, I'll pray until the language dies, praying 'cos you're so, so high, can I spend my life trying to climb you?