Here in My Room - Live at Annexet, Stockholm, Sweden - April 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
 Here in my room
 Here in my room
 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
 I'm wary 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
 Here in my room
 Here in my room
 Yeah, love is a verb
 Here in my room
 Here in my room
 Here in my room
 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
 Kind of girl