This party is old and uninviting,
Paticipants 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.
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 see 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.

Your 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 tractorbean 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.