Place Like This - Wingtip

You should quit that job that you never liked

Tell your friends you’re tired of going out every night

Come and meet me at dark

Don’t tell anyone

We could keep on driving till we found somewhere

With so many new faces and love in the air

We won’t have to go far

To find what we want

I spend all of my time

Staring at ceilings

Watching em peeling

Never wondering why

I feel so defeated

Whether I need this

I’ll be the driver

You’ll be the getaway car

I’ll be the lighter

You’ll be the burns on my arm

I know it’s hard in a place like this

Growing up somewhere that can’t fit ya in

I’ll be the pavement

You’ll be the foot off the ground

I’ll be the basement

You’ll be the kids moving out

Running around like our parents did

I know it’s hard in a place like this…

You could fix that smile with some salt in your hair

New clothes and friends with some money to spare

We could go tonight

If that’s what you want

And when we run out of patience we’ll go somewhere new

Find a town somewhere we can’t pronounce the food

Watch the fading lights

From the restaurant

I spend all of my time

Staring at ceilings

Watching em peeling

Never wondering why

I feel so defeated

Whether I need this

I’ll be the driver

You’ll be the getaway car

I’ll be the lighter

You’ll be the burns on my arm

I know it’s hard in a place like this

Growing up somewhere that can’t fit ya in

I’ll be the pavement

You’ll be the foot off the ground

I’ll be the basement

You’ll be the kids moving out

Running around like our parents did

I know it’s hard in a place like this…

You should quit that job that you never liked

Tell your friends you’re tired of going out every night

Come and meet me at dark

Don’t tell anyone