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 some-
Thing holy used to love me, some-
Thing 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
Praying till my knees don't fold
Praying till my hands don't close
Praying till my fingers glow
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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
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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 glow
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?