You propel 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’s 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 head and 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 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 buried in 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 head and 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
something holy used to live here”
now I’m a relic of a love 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 ‘cause you’re so so high
can I spend my life trying to climb you?