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 yor business, and record that someone lived here,
In the shade of Trelick 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 head and when you let me spend my life trying to climb you,
And praying 'til my knees don't fold, praying 'til my hands don't close,
Praying 'til 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 'til my knees don't fold, praying 'til my hands don't close,
Praying 'til 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 love gone by, kneeling to address the sky,
And I'll keep praying 'til the binds untie, praying but I don't know why,
And I'll keep praying 'til 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?