a short site about The Divine Comedy

French version

Don't Look Down

Original version (4:46)

“Birds and planes go
Through the rainbow,
Every day though
You simply refuse.
Old-fashioned
Ferris Wheels
Are no big deal
They’re just big wheels
With chairs
So don’t be scared
Set yourself free”

She tells me it’s alright
It’s alright
To open up my eyes.
To open up your eyes
She holds onto my hand
Then you realise
And the clouds float by.
Car below
The couple in the car below,
Far below
They wave to us and say hello.
They wave and say hello
I think they understand
Do they really know?
The way we’re feeling.

I don’t need to
Say I love you
When we’re floating
So far up above.
Everyone else’s lives
Are intertwined
With yours and mine. With yours and mine
I hope they find the joy
That we have found.

She tells me it’s alright
It’s alright
To open up my eyes.
To open up your eyes
She holds onto my hand
Then you realise
And the clouds race by.
Car above
The couple in the car above,
Far above
Well, I suppose they think that we’re in love.
Think that we’re in love
I think they might be right. They might be right

And without warning when we’re almost at the top
The wheel that turns us all comes to a sudden stop.
The wind that’s blown us dies a quick and painless death.
The air gets clammy and we hold each other’s breath.
We get the feeling that we’re not alone in this
And then a God who really ought not to exist
Sticks out a great big hand and grabs me by the wrist
And asks me “why?” and I say: “Well God, it’s like this
It may be arrogance or just appalling taste.
I’d rather use my pain than let it all go to waste
On some old god who tells me what I want to hear
As if I cannot tell obedience from fear.
I want to take my pleasures where and how I will,
Be they disgraceful or distasteful or distilled.
And to be frank, I find that life has more appeal
Without a driver who is asleep behind the wheel.”
Then God decides that he has taken quite enough
Of all this atheistic tosh I’m spouting off
And so he calls upon his favourite angel choir
To sing of times when men were filled with Christian fire.
But over-zealous angels flap their wings too fast
And cause the wind to blow and turn the wheel at last.
And soon my feet are safely back on the solid ground
And then I hear a voice say: “Don’t look down!” Don’t look down!