Here In My Room
This party is old and uninvitingParticipants all in black and whiteYou enter in fullblown technicolorNothing is the same after tonight
If the world would fall apartIn a fiction worthy windI wouldn't change a thingNow that you're here
Yeah, love is a verb here in my roomHere in my room, here in my room
You enter and close the door behind youNow show me the world as seen from the starsIf only the lights would dim a littleI'm weary of eyes upon my scars
Pink tractor beam into your incisionHead spinning as free as dervishs' whirlI came here expecting next to nothingSo thank you for being that kind of girlThat kind of girl