Here in my Room

This party is old and uninviting. Participants all in black and white. You enter in full-blown technicolor. Nothing is the same after tonight. If the world were would fall apart In a fiction-worthy wind, I wouldn't change a thing now that you're here. Your love is a verb Here in my room. Here in my room. Here in my room. Your love is a verb Here in my room. Here in my room. Here in my room. You enter and close the door behind you. Now show me the world as seen from the stars. If only the lights would dim a little, I'm wary of eyes upon my scars. If the world would fall apart In a fiction-worthy wind, I wouldn't change a thing now that you're here. Your love is a verb Here in my room. Here in my room. Here in my room. Your love is a verb Here in my room. Here in my room. Here in my room. Pink tractorbeam into your incision Head spinning as free as Dervish's whirl I came here expecting next to nothing So thank you for being "that" kind of girl. That kind of girl. That kind of girl. That kind of girl. That kind of girl. That kind of girl. That kind of girl. That kind of girl. That kind of girl. That kind of girl.