Another sleepy Sunday safe within the walls

Outside a dying world in desperation calls

But noone hears the cries or knows what they're about

The doors are locked within, or is it from without



(Chorus)

Looking through rose-colored stained glass windows

Never allowing the world to come in

Seeing no evil and feeling no pain

And making the light as it comes from within

So dim...So dim



Out on your doorstep lay masses in decay

Ignore them long enough maybe they'll go away

When you have so much you think you have so much to lose

You think you have no lack when you're really destitute