Another sleepy Sunday, safe within the walls,
Outside, a dying world, in desperation, calls,
But no one hears the cries, or knows what they're about,
All the doors are locked within; or is it from without'

Looking through rose-coloured stain glass windows,
Never allowing the world to come in,
Seeing no evil and feeling no pain,
Making the light, as it comes from within, so dim,
So dim.

Out on your doorstep lay the masses in decay,
Ignore them long enough, and maybe they'll go away,
When think you have so much, you have so much to lose,
You think you have no lack, when you're really destitute.

Looking through rose-coloured stain glass windows,
Never allowing the world to come in,
Seeing no evil and feeling no pain,
Making the light, as it comes from within, so dim.

Looking through rose-coloured windows,
Never allow the world to come in,
Feel no pain, seeing no evil,
Making the light, as it comes from within...
Looking through rose-coloured windows,
Never allow the world to come in,
Feel no pain, seeing no evil,
Making the light, as it comes from within...

So dim, so dim,
So dim, so dim,
So dim, so dim,
(fade)