notre dame

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

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

The grey light filters through 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 not immune to the sincerity below me

Makes me feel, it makes me holy

But the 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 talk 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