This party is old and uninviting Participants are in black and white You enter in full-blown deck of color Nothing is the same after tonight
If the world would fall apart In a fiction-worthy wind I wouldn't change a thing Now that you're here
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 seen from the stars If only the lights would dim on winter I'm wary of eyes upon the skies
If the world would fall apart In a fiction-worthy wind I wouldn't change a thing Now that you're here
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
Tractor beam into your incision Spinning as free ? vicious world I came here expecting next to nothing So thank you for being that kind of girl Kind of girl, Kind of girl Kind of girl, Kind of girl Kind of girl, Kind of girl Kind of girl, Kind of girl Kind of girl, Kind of girl