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 tonightIf the world were to fall apart
In a fiction-worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing
Now that you're hereAnd 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 roomYou 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
And I'm weary of eyes upon my scarsIf the world were to fall apart
In a fiction-worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing
Now that you're hereAnd 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 roomPink tractor beam 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 girlThat kind of girl
That kind of girl
That kind of girl
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