Rose colored stained glass windows

	  		Bb        C           Dm  
Another sleepy Sunday safe within the walls    
Bb        C              Dm  
Outside a dying world in desperation calls    
Gm        F                  C                  Dm  
But noone hears the cries or knows what they're about    
Gm             Bb                F           C  
The doors are locked within, or is it from without    

    
Dm              C            F             C  
Looking through rose-colored stained glass windows    
Dm        C        F             C  
Never allowing the world to come in    
Dm         C       F          C  
Seeing no evil and feeling no pain    
Dm            C            F          C  
And making the light as it comes from within    
Dm      Dm  
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