G# D# | D# | F# | C#C# D | D# [Verse]Fm F C C7 "Birds and planes go through the rainbowDm C F Dm G Cm Every day though you simply refuseFm F C Old-fashioned ferris wheels are no big dealF G They're just big wheels with chairsA#m C7 Fm C So don't be scared Just set yourself freeF D C She tells me it's alrightA# A7 Dm C To open up my eyesF Dm G She holds onto my handD# C Fm And the clouds float byF A# C The couple in the car belowA# A7 Dm C They wave to us and say helloF Dm G I think they understandD# C The way we're feelingFm C Dm C A# A7 I don't need to say 'I love you'Dm C F Dm G D# When we're floating so far up aboveC Fm F Dm C A# Everyone else's lives are intertwinedA7 Dm C F With yours and mineDm G D# Edim Fm C Dm I hope they find the joy that we have foundF Dm C She tells me it's alrightA# A7 Dm C To open up my eyesF Dm G She holds onto my handD# C Fm And the clouds race byF Dm C The couple in the car aboveA# I suppose they thinkA7 Dm C That we're in loveF Dm G I think they might be right [Verse]G D# And without warning when we're almost at the topD# C7 The wheel that turns us all comes to a sudden stopC7 Cm7 Cm G# The wind that's blown us dies a quick and painless deathF D# The air gets clammy and we hold each other's breathF# We get the feeling that we're not alone in thisF# C# And then a god who really ought not to existDm D# Sticks out a great big hand and grabs me by the wristD#7 G# And asks me "why?" and I say "well God, it's like thisE It may be arrogance or just appalling tasteE C#7 But I'd rather use my pain than let it all go to wasteC#7 A On some old god who tells me what I want to hearE As if I cannot tell obedience from fearF#m G I want to take my pleasures where and how I willD Be they disgraceful or distasteful or distilledE And to be frank I find that life has more appealA Without a driver who's asleep behind the wheel"F Then God decides that he has taken quite enoughD Of all this atheistic tosh I'm spouting offA# And so he calls upon his favourite angel choirF To sing of times when men were filled with Christian fireG# But over-zealous angels flap their wings too fastF D# And cause the wind to blow and turn the wheel at lastF And soon my feet are safely back on solid groundGm And then I hear a voice say "don't look down!"
Dont Look Down
The Divine Comedy
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