Elbow - Neat Little Rows Lyrics

My high priest is folded neatly
Back in your box, oh Lord
Called the song, he sang so sweetly
Back in your box, oh Lord

Found myself astride a tiger
Lifting 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 spiraling wild
Winding your necks, oh Lord
Landed gentry ride up behind me
Winding your necks, oh Lord

Smokey progress, backroom sages
Let me back in, pull back the pin
'Cause now I've 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 up
There were secrets and mistakes
That the eyes that see through you
Would give anything to erase
But picture them counting your fingers
Waiting for the focus of your eyes

No, no, don't point fingers
Fingers are for pointing at the sky
Oh no, don't point fingers
Fingers are for pointing at the sky

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