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 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 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