| This party is old and uninviting Participants all in black and white You enter full-blown technicolor Nothing is the same after tonight If the world could fall apart In a fiction worthy wind I wouldn't change a thing Now that your 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 could fall apart In a fiction worthy wind I wouldn't change a thing Now that your 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 Pink tractorbeam in 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 |
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| Song: Here In My Room Artist: Incubus CD: A Crow Left of the Murder |