[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
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
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