Bb C Dm Dm     Gm            F             C                   Dm 
Gm            Bb            F             C 
  
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  
Dm     C         F     C           Dm     C         F     C 
(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