Here in My Room (Live at Annexet, Stockholm, Sweden - April 2004)

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 would fall apart

In a fiction-worthy wind

I wouldn't change a thing

Now that you're here

Yeah, 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

I'm weary of eyes upon my scars

If the world would fall apart

In a fiction-worthy wind

I wouldn't change a thing

Now that you're here

Yeah, 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

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