Elbow - Whisper Grass

a frieze of you
is with me now
a frieze of you
with knitted brow
a frieze of you
asking how i could

a fury climb
to prove myself
a fury climb
to a whisper grass shelf
with god above
and not much else

the air gets thin
i came down
gave in i

the game i'm in i'll win
and lose the simple love
you gave to me
on quiet days
a frieze of you

granite cold
detached and granite cold
i stood
came down
gave in

Written by:
Guy Edward John Garvey, Mark Potter, Craig Lee Potter, Richard Barry Jupp, Peter James Turner

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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