C#m
I’m in the rafters looking down
E
It’s cold up here
B
Between walls of stone
Amaj7
I made my home
A C#m E
And the air hangs heavy with the incense
B
Feathers fall from pigeons
A
Cooing in the tower

C#m
I rarely go down there
E
The view’s just so beautiful from here
Amaj7 Amaj7 Am A B Amaj7
And i can see everybody at their worst points

At their worst points
A C#m
I’m not a sadist
E
I enjoy just being able to be witness

Of the loneliness and fear
B
I abhor in case there isn’t one
Amaj7
In case there isn’t one
C#m
I’m not a higher power

I just live in the ceiling

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Cause i’m lonely on the fringes
E B
And it gives my life some meaning in the exile
G#m A Amaj7
In my exile

C#m A C#m
The grey light filters through slabs
E
And the flagstones glow
B
Bright from the stained glass
A
A hundred feet below

C#m E
As i tiptoe creaking over prayers
B
Pleading with their maker
A
Crying with the choir

C#m
I’m not immune to the sincerity
E
Below me, makes me feel

It makes me holy

But the tears i understand
B
That i do not below
Amaj7
No i do not belong

C#m
Watching the figures all the saints
E
But mostly sinners come and go

Some are desperate
B
But the others have the sense that they do belong
Amaj7
And i do not belong

C#m
Some only talk towards the heavens
E
When the end is feeling desperate

Have the overwhelming feeling
B
That there’s nobody who’s looking down
Amaj7
At least i’m looking down

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