here

This party is old and uninviting participants 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
Love is a verb here in my room your love is a verb 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 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 boy.