Dont Look Down

The Divine Comedy

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  • C
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Tono:
G# D# | D# | F# | C#
C# D | D# [Verse]
Fm F C C7 "Birds and planes go through the rainbow
Dm C F Dm G Cm Every day though you simply refuse
Fm F C Old-fashioned ferris wheels are no big deal
F G They're just big wheels with chairs
A#m C7 Fm C So don't be scared Just set yourself free
F D C She tells me it's alright
A# A7 Dm C To open up my eyes
F Dm G She holds onto my hand
D# C Fm And the clouds float by
F A# C The couple in the car below
A# A7 Dm C They wave to us and say hello
F Dm G I think they understand
D# C The way we're feeling
Fm 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 above
C Fm F Dm C A# Everyone else's lives are intertwined
A7 Dm C F With yours and mine
Dm G D# Edim Fm C Dm I hope they find the joy that we have found
F Dm C She tells me it's alright
A# A7 Dm C To open up my eyes
F Dm G She holds onto my hand
D# C Fm And the clouds race by
F Dm C The couple in the car above
A# I suppose they think
A7 Dm C That we're in love
F Dm G I think they might be right [Verse]
G D# And without warning when we're almost at the top
D# C7 The wheel that turns us all comes to a sudden stop
C7 Cm7 Cm G# The wind that's blown us dies a quick and painless death
F D# The air gets clammy and we hold each other's breath
F# We get the feeling that we're not alone in this
F# C# And then a god who really ought not to exist
Dm D# Sticks out a great big hand and grabs me by the wrist
D#7 G# And asks me "why?" and I say "well God, it's like this
E It may be arrogance or just appalling taste
E C#7 But I'd rather use my pain than let it all go to waste
C#7 A On some old god who tells me what I want to hear
E As if I cannot tell obedience from fear
F#m G I want to take my pleasures where and how I will
D Be they disgraceful or distasteful or distilled
E And to be frank I find that life has more appeal
A Without a driver who's asleep behind the wheel"
F Then God decides that he has taken quite enough
D Of all this atheistic tosh I'm spouting off
A# And so he calls upon his favourite angel choir
F To sing of times when men were filled with Christian fire
G# But over-zealous angels flap their wings too fast
F D# And cause the wind to blow and turn the wheel at last
F And soon my feet are safely back on solid ground
Gm And then I hear a voice say "don't look down!"
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