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 to 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 were to 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 tractorbeam into your incision
Head spinning as free as Dervishs' whirl
I came here expecting next to nothing
So thank you for being "that" kind of girl.