WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | The Divine Comedy - Dont Look Down Chords | Ver. 1
[Intro]
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!"