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 dorrstep 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