Here in my room

This party is old and uninviting Participants all in black and white You enter in fullblown technicolor Nothing is the same after tonight If the world had fallen apart In a fiction worthy wind I wouldn't change a thing Now that you're here 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 out I'm weary about eyes upon my scars Pink tractor beam into your incision I came here expecting next to nothing So thank you for being that kind of girl That kind of girl