Here In My Room

Incubus · A Crow Left Of The Murder... [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 (3x)

Your love is a verb

Here in my room (3x)



You enter and close the door behind you

Now show me the world 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 (3x)

Your love is a verb

Here in my room (3x)



Pink tractorbeam into your incision

Head spinning as free as dervishs' whirl

I came here expecting next to nothing

So thank you for being that kind of girl

That kind of girl (10x)