Para alguém...

Here in my room

This party is old and uninviting
Participants all in black and white.
You enter in full blown tecnhicolor
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.

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.

Incubus, do novíssimo álbum "A crow left of the murder"

...uma "balada" suave, simples, que descreve sentimentos complexos...