Incubus

THIS PARTY IS OLD AND UNINVITING
PARTICIPANS ALL IN BLACK AND WHITE
YOU ENTER IN FULL BLOWN TECHNICOLOR
NOTHING IS THE SAME AFTER TONIGHT

IF THE WORLD WERE TO FALL APART
IN A FICTION WORTHY WIND
I WOULDNT CHANGE A THING
NOW THAT YOURE HERE

LOVE IS A VERB
HERE IN MY ROOM
YES, LOVE IS A VERB
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
IM WARY OF EYES UPON MY SCARS

PINK TRACTORBEAM INTO YOUR INCISION
HEAD SPINNING AS FREE AS DERVISHS WHIRL
I CAME HERE EXPECTING NEXT TO NOTHING
SO THENK YOU FOR BEING THAT KIND OF GIRL