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 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. 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.
