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
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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
