You propelled yourself into the arms of God
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And Christ and all the angels,
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Now you're high above the people
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Who you used to call your equals.
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I will stay behind and live this life
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You left me as a witness who
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Can tidy up your business and
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Record that someone lived here
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In the shade of Trellick Tower
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In those days of living gently
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Something holy used to love me
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Something holy used to touch me
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Then he heard the voice I couldn't hear
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He's gone to where it sent him
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And now I'm praying for this pain to clear
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He's waiting on ascension.
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And now I'm praying but there's still no change
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You're high as Trellick Tower
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Throw your hair down when you let me spend
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My life trying to climb you
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And I'm praying till my knees don't fold
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Praying till my hands don't close
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Praying till my fingers close
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And you've propelled yourself into the arms of God
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And Christ and all the saints,
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Now I've been walking through our house like
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Separation made it sacred.
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I've been burying the books you left
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I treat them like they're ancient
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And I think relics ache for when the saint had breath
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They miss the thing that changed them
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And I'm a relic and you're so, so high
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You're high as Trellick Tower
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Throw your hair down when you let me spend
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My life trying to climb you
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And praying till my knees don't fold
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Praying till my hands don't close
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Praying till my fingers close
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And in the shade of Trellick Tower
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I spent a while trying to keep you
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Tell all the people moving on, "Hey,
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Hey, something holy used to live here."
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Now I'm a relic of a life gone by,
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Kneeling to address the sky
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And I'll keep praying till the binds untie
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Praying but I don't know why
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And I'll keep praying till the binds untie
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Praying but I don't know why
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Oh, I'll pray until the language dies,
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Praying cause you're so, so high,
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Can I spend my life trying to climb you?
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Trellick Tower
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| Emmy the Great & Tim Wheeler |
