Julia Michaels - In This Place Lyrics

What can it be that calls me to this place today?
This lawless car ballet, what can it be? (Ooh)
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 fog of mace (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 fog of mace (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, oh, 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 only here in Slaughter Race, eh, yeah
Only here in Slaughter Race, eh, yeah
Only here in Slaughter Race, oh
It's only here in Slaughter Race, oh, yeah