ŞARKI SÖZÜ
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 were to fall apart
In a fiction-worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing now that you're 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,
I'm weary of eyes upon my scars
If the world were to fall apart
In a fiction-worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing now that you're here
Love is a verb
Here in my room
Yes, love is a verb
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.
