I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
True, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home
They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...
I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
That frankly will not fly. you will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home
Incubus-Here in my Room
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.
Your love is a verb
Here in my room.
Here in my room.
Here in my room.
Your 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.
Your love is a verb
Here in my room.
Here in my room.
Here in my room.
Your 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 Dervish's whirl
I came here expecting next to nothing
So thank you for being "that" kind of girl.
That kind of girl.
That kind of girl.
That kind of girl.
That kind of girl.
That kind of girl.
That kind of girl.
That kind of girl.
That kind of girl.
That kind of girl.
