Christine

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