Lyrics:

Running, jumping, screaming, jeering
Out of ear-shot into hearing
They watch me stoop to pluck the white rose
The sightless children in the House of Many Windows

Dimpled treasures, baby, judge me
Simple pleasures they begrudge me
Count the black strands on my pillows
The silent children in the House of Many Windows

Black fire escapes against the dawn sky
To see another frightened fawn die
Too much hot sun, too many cold snows
To please the children in the House of Many Windows