| I came here to see the stained glass | |
| And God raising his hand in the temple's window | |
| A ray of light is shinning through | |
| The divine soul's prism in the temple's window | |
| Inevitable events | |
| Make me sick | |
| I cannot pull myself together | |
| I'm smashed to pieces | |
| A ray of light shining through | |
| I have my doubts | |
| I came here to see the stained glass | |
| And God raising his hand in the temple's window | |
| A ray of light is shinning through | |
| The divine soul's prism in the temple's window | |
| I'm observing the autumn from hiding | |
| I can see it in the temple's window | |
| I came here for the smell of old wood | |
| And warmth of marble floor | |
| While seeking a way home | |
| I came here to see the stained glass | |
| And God raising his hand in the temple's window | |
| A ray of light is shinning through | |
| The divine soul's prism in the temple's window |