Notre Dame Paris Paloma

Notre Dame

Paris Paloma

Virginia

143
0:00 4:12
Stimmung Standard (E A D G B E)
Taktart 12/8
Tonart: C#m
Kapo:
4. Bund
Schlagmuster 1

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Songtext

[Verse 1]
                          Am
I'm in the rafters looking  down
     C
It's cold up here
              G
Between walls of stone
         F
I made my home
        Am
And the air hangs
               C
Heavy with the incense
                   G
Feathers fall from pigeons
              F
Cooing in the tower

[Chorus]
Am
  I rarely go down there,
the view's just
   C
So beautiful from here and I can see everybody
         G
At their worst points
         F
At their worst points
Am
  I'm not a sadist,
I enjoy just being able
      C
To be witness of the loneliness and be a higher power
              G
In case there isn't one
              F
In case there isn't one
Am
  I'm not a higher power,
I just live in the ceiling
           C
'Cause I'm lonely on the fringes,
and it gives my life some meaning
       G
In the exile
      F
In my exile
                                   Am
The grey light filters through roof  slabs

[Verse 2]
        C
And the flagstones glow
                       G
Bright from the stained glass
                 F
A hundred feet below
     Am
As I tiptoe
              C
Creaking over prayers
                    G
Pleading with their maker
                F    Am
Crying with the choir

[Chorus]
I'm not immune to the sincerity below me
         C
Makes me feel, it makes me holy,
but the tears I understand
          G
That I do not belong
         F
No, I do not belong
Am
  Watching the figures, all the saints,
but mostly sinners
         C
Come and go and some are desperate,
but the others have
                    G
The sense that they do belong
         F
And I do not belong
Am
  Some only turn towards the heavens when the end
           C
Is feeling desperate,
have the overwhelming feeling
                          G
That there's nobody who's looking down
             F
At least I'm looking down

[Outro]
       | Am - | G Am | - - |
| G Am | Am - | G Am | - - |
| G Am | -  - | G Am | - - |
| G Am | -  - | G Am | - - |
| G Am |

Takte

[Verse 1]
| Am | C | G | F |
| Am | C | G | F |

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

[Chorus]
| Am | C  | G | F |
| Am | C  | G | F |
| Am | C  | G | F |
| -  | Am |

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

[Verse 2]
         | C | G |
| F | Am | C | G |
| F | Am |

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

[Chorus]
         | C | G |
| F | Am | C | G |
| F | Am | C | G |
| F |

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 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

[Outro]
       | Am - | G Am | - - |
| G Am | Am - | G Am | - - |
| G Am | -  - | G Am | - - |
| G Am | -  - | G Am | - - |
| G Am |

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