place we were made
Singer:maisie peters
ordering drinks with your brother's id
pretending we like someone's girlfriends band
stumbling home over the field
gin from a bottle stolen from her dad
you smoke to choke the feeling
'til the walls don't meet the ceiling
all we talk about is leaving
this is the place we were made
and maybe the colours will fade
this is the place we were made
by the late nights and fires on the beach
made by the small town secrets we'd keep
this is the place we were made
we're playing poker down in a shed
freezing cold and we don't even know
you smoke to choke the feeling
'til the walls don't meet the ceiling
all we talk about is leaving
this is the place we were made
and maybe the colours will fade
this is the place we were made
by the late nights and fires on the beach
made by the small town secrets we'd keep
this is the place we were made
this is the place we were made
and maybe the colours will fade
this is the place we were made
by the late nights and the fires on the beach
made by the small town secrets we'd keep
this is the place we were made