Christine
Christine was the queen of teens
She sang into the shadows to be free
Always lookin' for something beautiful to sing to
When school nights kept her in
She listened to the records in the basement
Always lookin for something beautiful
To sing to
Christine/she's free
Guitar playin' through the night
Nobody could hear her 'cause she played so quiet
Lookin' for something beautiful to sing to
Morning comes and the ghosts go in
She sang right through 'em til they
Went to sleep
Lookin for something beautiful
To sing to
Cristina
Cristina era a rainha dos adolescentes
Ela cantava nas sombras pra se sentir livre
Sempre procurando algo bonito pra cantar
Quando as noites de escola a mantinham presa
Ela ouvia os discos no porão
Sempre procurando algo bonito
Pra cantar
Cristina/ela é livre
Guitarra tocando a noite inteira
Ninguém podia ouvi-la porque ela tocava tão baixo
Procurando algo bonito pra cantar
A manhã chega e os fantasmas vão embora
Ela cantou direto pra eles até que
Fossem dormir
Procurando algo bonito
Pra cantar