Here in my room

This party is old and uninviting
Participants 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

Love is a verb
Here in my room
Your love is a verb
Here in my room

You enter and close the door behind you
Now show me the world seen from the stars
If only the lights would dim on winter
I'm wary of eyes upon the skies

If the world would fall apart
In a fiction-worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing
Now that you're here

Love is a verb
Here in my room
Your love is a verb
Here in my room

Tractor beam into your incision
Spinning as free ? vicious world
I came here expecting next to nothing
So thank you for being that kind of girl
Kind of girl