If you think it’s too cold in here
That’s a point you could make
But for all the open arms
That pull us close, that give when we take
That help us bend as we head for a break
Still, if you think it’s too cold in here
That’s a point you could make
Do you think it’s too bright in here?
I would guess that you might
Even so, you’ll want to know
What can stand up to the harsh daylight
Out from the shadows pulled into plain sight
Still, do you think it’s too bright in here?
I would guess that you might
It’s a furious world, broken down and maligned
Where the ones who shout the loudest
Are the first to change their minds
Here you are with the calm of a late summer storm
Got your own static to filter
Your own magic to perform
If you think it’s too loud in here
I’m inclined to agree
Though you have to find your voice
And rise above the disharmony
Offer some hope and some humility
Still, if you think it’s too loud in here
I’m inclined to agree
