Stadiums and Shrines II
Can I lift my dress up for you?
Can I lift it in the night?
White undersides of my thighs look much better
In the dark light
There's a kid in there
And he's big and dumb
And he's kinda scared, and he's
Well, he's too old to be there
He's just looking for a light
And I'll lift it to the ceiling tiles
Of stadiums and shrines
If you see something to cheer about
I'll tell you that it's mine
I'm sorry that your mother died
But that one wasn't my fault
I'm sorry anybody dies at all these days
So hold out all your knives away from my eyes
Hold out all your knives away from my eyes
Writer/s: Camilla Ingr, Jordan Robson Cramer, Michael Doerksen, Spencer Krug
