Christine’s Room

Lyrics

Christine's room is on fire It's burning up like the woods 'cross the barbed wire Plushies and old yearbooks Vestiges of old looks All the things she bought from airports Turquoise, geodes and rose quartz Every secret in her locked books All her flu scars and chicken pox And the heartache she couldn't face Will be gone burned up without a trace Nothing makes it out of this fire Nothing makes her feel more inspired Christine's room is on fire It's burning up like the woods 'cross the barbed wire