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 won t 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 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 won t 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 life gone by kneeling to address the sky and i ll keep praying til the binds untie praying but i don t know why oh pray until the language dies praying cause you re so so high can i spend my life trying to climb you 