Elbow

My high priest is folded neatly
Back in your box, oh Lord
Gone the song he sang so sweetly
Back in your box, oh Lord
Found myself astride a tiger
Lifted my head just like you said
Drown me now in down of eider
Get me to bed, oh Lord
Lay my bones in the cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in the cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Angels and idols spiralling wild
Wind in your necks, oh Lord
Landed gentry line up behind me
Wind in your necks, oh Lord
Smokey progress, backroom sages
Let me back in, put back the pin
Now I've found those torn out pages
Can't read the text, oh Lord
Lay my bones in the cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in the cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
In the house where they grew you