This party is old and uninviting   Participants 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      And 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 seen from the stars   If only the lights would dim a little   And I'm weary 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      And 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 tractor beam 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      That kind of girl   That kind of girl   That kind of girl   ...