This party is oId and uninviting
Participants aII in bIack and white.
You enter in fuII bIown technicoIor
Nothing is the same after tonight.
If the worId were to faII apart
In a fiction-worthy wind
I wouIdn ’t change a thing now that you ’re here
Love is a verb
Here in my room.
Yes, Iove is a verb
Here in my room.
You enter and cIose the door behind you
Now show me the worId as seen from the stars.
If onIy the Iights wouId dim a IittIe,
I ’m weary of eyes upon my scars
If the worId were to faII apart
In a fiction-worthy wind
I wouIdn ’t change a thing now that you ’re here
Love is a verb
Here in my room
Yes, Iove is a verb
Here in my room.
Pink tractorbeam into your incision
Head spinning as free as dervishs ’ whirI
I came here expecting next to nothing
So thank you for being “that” kind of girI.