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.