Our Younger Noise

I miss the saints I'd always find giving me hope in our backyard
I miss the colors every time giving me hope in our backyard

They told me silently
That I'd never leave
It's far too late to bring me back, I always seem to change inside the past
But don't leave the noise in me

Can it really be you left the same?
Can it really be you left the same?
I can't change now with all your walls
And these rooftops floating in my head
In my head I count the days
Prеtending I'm the same
Blaming mе again

We're years away where I was failing
I'm not the same but now you're finding home
You would be seen before you leave these walls again

I miss the saints I'd always find giving me hope in our backyard
I miss the colors every time giving me hope in our backyard