Christine - Ozark Henry

We were white, conspicuously white

And bare like a canvas, to take life

From a brush that is paintless and dry

We were arm, conspicuously arm

And poor, too poor to get a life

We got bored, we got blood on our hands

Christine, though no one does, I care

Christine

Let’s go out, if you want it all right

You might get some air instead

And belong to the world that we roam

'Cause tonight, as every odd night

The sky and its stars are on our side

There’s a light shaping hope by design

Christine, though no one does, I care

Christine

I feel light, touristy light and sharp

I absorb your colour life

There’s you, there’s me, there’s the night

Christine

Live it up though