[Intro]
I'm in the rafters looking down
It's cold up here
Between walls of stone
I made my home
And the air hangs
Heavy with the incense
Feathers fall from pigeons
Cooing in the tower

[Verse 1]
I rarely go down there, the view's just
So beautiful from here and I can see everybody
At their worst points
At their worst points
I'm not a sadist, I enjoy just being able
To be witness of the loneliness and be a higher power
In case there isn't one
In case there isn't one
I'm not a higher power, I just live in the ceiling
'Cause I'm lonely on the fringes, and it gives my life some meaning
In the exile
In my exile

[Bridge]
The grey light filters through roof slabs
And the flagstones glow
Bright from the stained glass
A hundred feet below
As I tiptoe
Creaking over prayers
Pleading with their maker
Crying with the choir
[Verse 2]
I'm not immune to the sincerity below me
Makes me feel, it makes me holy, but through tears I understand
That I do not belong
No, I do not belong
Watching the figures, all the saints, but mostly sinners
Come and go and some are desperate, but the others have
The sense that they do belong
And I do not belong
Some only turn towards the heavens when the end
Is feeling desperate, have the overwhelming feeling
That there's nobody who's looking down
At least I'm looking down

[Outro]
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