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These roads, they lead as far as they can lead
That's why they're called the ways that make you feed Cranes are lifting cargo to the sea They are the size the dinosaurs would be. Power station shivers, then it leaks Bleeds onto the fields and kills the wheat Harvest comes but will we ever eat? Power station shivers, then it leaks. And dinosaur sex led to nothing And maybe we will lead to nothing And dinosaur sex led to nothing But we will lead as far as we can lead These days I watch the screen for what I need I take my food on trays across my knee Leaves are always falling from the trees I think I see my future in the leaves. And dinosaur sex led to nothing And maybe I will lead to nothing And dinosaur sex led to nothing But I will lead as far as I can lead I think I see the future when I sleep The sky splits like an almond under feet Skin is peeling off of us in sheets I think I see the future when I sleep And power stations shiver and they leak They bleed onto the fields and kill the wheat A sea of clouds is billowing in heat Oh, harvest comes and babies born with teeth. And skin is peeling off of us in sheets I think I see the future when I sleep. And dinosaur sex led to nothing And maybe you will lead to nothing And dinosaur sex led to nothing But you will lead as far as you can lead. And dinosaur sex led to nothing And maybe you will lead to nothing And dinosaur sex led to nothing But you will lead as far as we can lead. |
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| 4:08 | 
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| 3:40 |
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| 3:42 |
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| 5. |
| 3:33 |
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| 6. |
| 5:10 |
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| 7. |
| 4:33 |
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| 6:08 |
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| 4:40 |
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| 4:11 |
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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 when you let me spend My life trying to climb you And I'm praying till my knees don't fold Praying till my hands don't close Praying till my fingers close 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 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 close 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? |
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