Текст Julia Michaels – In This Place

What can it be that calls me to this place today?
This lawless car ballet, what can it be?
Am I a baby pigeon sprouting wings to soar?
Was that a metaphor for something more?

Now I’m flying, my spirit’s climbing
As I’m called through this far off maze (Ooh-ah)
My body, my spirit aligning
In this, in this place called Slaughter Race
Slaughter race

What would you say if it turns out, oh, that I stay?
Would it be okay, here in this place?
‘Cause you know that I love these fallen wires
Dumpster fires, burning tires
Everything that I desire
Everything that I desire

Now I’m flying, my spirit’s climbing
As I’m called through this far off maze (Ooh-ah)
My body, my spirit aligning
In this, in this place called Slaughter Race
Slaughter race

I know I should go but
I really don’t want to yet
I really don’t want to yet
Yeah, I know I should go but
I really don’t want to yet
I really don’t want to yet

There’s nothing like Slaughter Race
Slaughter Race
It’s alright here in Slaughter Race
Alright here in Slaughter Race