Stained Glass Songtext
von Steve von Till

The reflection of stained glass colors your face.
The light of day echoes your skin.
Giving summer's beauty, the rightness of warmth.
These words in your mouth
Bring the sadness of a thousand winters.


Confusion builds a fire.
The smoke must clear to see and breathe.

The magic contained in the braiding of your hair.
A spirit entwined in ritual knowing.
A gift, a token of the unexplained.
A grief that haunts me
To the ends of my mind.

Confusion builds a fire.
The smoke must clear to see and breathe.