Album: A Crow Left Of The Murder... (2004)
This party is old & uninviting
Participants all in black & white
You enter in full-blown Technicolor
Nothing´s the same after tonight
If the world would fall apart
In a fiction-worthy wind
I´dn´t change a thing
Now, that you are here
Love´s a verb
Here, in my room {trice}
Yea, love´s a verb
Here, in my room {trice}
You enter & close the door behind you
Now, show me the world as seen from the stars
If only the lights would dim a little
I am wary of eyes upon my scars
If the world would fall apart
In a fiction-worthy wind
I´dn´t change a thing
Now, that you are here
Love´s a verb
Here, in my room {trice}
Yea, love´s a verb
Here, in my room {trice}
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
That kind of girl (10x)
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