Текст песни Rose Colored Stained Glass Windows

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 [CHORUS]