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

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

Making the light as it comes from within, so dim...



Out on the doorstep lay the masses in decay

Ignore them long enough, maybe they'll go away

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

You think you have no lack, but you're really destitute



(Repeat Chorus