The glow of the world through a window Where I feel safe and warm When it hurts more than I'm letting on Does love have to be some sort of volatile kaleidoscope? Cause In my personal experience, well life is dull And it's these intimate moments that will make it whole When I was bursting with emotions I couldn't really feel a thing Now I can look up at the sunrise Without it burning out my eyes The glow of the world looking out through a window Where I feel safe and warm in predetermined formula Is that wrong? Why does love Have to be some sort of volatile kaleidoscope