Through this window, no large orbs ever come to view Outside of this box, the mornings grain the days of blue And the evening hues, to blackened stars beyond these bars These tars, this is the room I am in In them, I can see, the cell Im in, the hell Im in And what it is Im in, and what it is I am in Nowhere, what you are in it is always in itself Always, also, in heaven, Through this window, no large orbs ever come to view Outside this box, the mornings grain the days of blue And the evening hues, blackened stars beyond these bars These tars, this is the room I am in In them, I can see, the cell Im in, the hell Im in And what it is Im in, and what it is I am in Nowhere, what you are in it is always in itself Always, also, in heaven.