
how much happiness we are aloud
working hard and trying to be proud

a semblance of peace i think i found
before the world grew loud

we used to talk with eyes alone
now we text through glass and tone

the words are very different now
since the world grew loud


before the world grew loud
before our dreams reached the clouds

it was easier to see a friend through a crowd
before the world grew loud


i miss the days we heard the rain
not just the hum of distant planes

but sometimes still i find the sound
beneath a world that grew loud

beneath the noise there lives a place
where i remember every face

the world moved on, it had to change
and the silence has never felt so strange

before the world grew loud
before our dreams reached the clouds

it was easier to see a friend through a crowd
before the world grew loud

before the world grew loud

before the world grew loud

before the world grew loud


before the world grew loud

1uke Paramore