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 would fall apart

in a fiction worthy wind

i wouldn't change a thing

now that you're here

yeah

love is a verb here in my room

here in my room

here in my room

yeah

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 weary 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

yeah

love is a verb here in my room

here in my room

here in my room

yeah

love is a verb here in my room

here in my room

here in my room

pink tractor beam into your incision

head spinning as free as dervishes whirl

i came here expecting next to nothing

so thank you for being that kind of girl

that kind of girl

kind of girl

kind of girl

kind of girl

kind of girl

kind of girl

kind of girl

that kind of girl

that kind of girl

that kind of girl