Lyrics Neighborhood Saints (feat. Louka) - Dylan Owen feat. Louka
I
almost
broke
my
knees,
landing
in
the
backyard
with
you
When
we
jumped
from
your
second
story
bathroom
window
And
all
the
glass
and
mildew,
that
we
went
crashing
into
Not
every
leap
of
faith
we
need
to
take
will
be
that
sacrificial
So
we
jumped
from
your
house,
hopped
the
wood
fence
And
ran
through
those
backyards
without
leaving
footprints
Sprinted
through
our
late
teen
years
in
search
of
something
My
dad
says
"You
might
not
know
what
home
is
in
your
early
twenties"
And
if
so,
I
don't
know
how
to
find
guidance
By
now
most
of
our
friends
got
rich
or
died
trying
And
I've
been
waiting
on
a
time
that
we
can
stop
lying
When
we
think
back
on
our
lives
and
pour
a
drink
out
on
the
bonfire
There's
nothing
worse
than
a
burden
this
ingrained
There's
no
soul
search
worth
it
where
your
soul
isn't
in
pain
There's
no
cure
for
being
homesick
when
it
hits
your
veins
So
listen,
this
is
a
prayer
for
the
neighborhood
saints
I
tend
to
see
the
past
like
a
religion,
and
I
confess
I've
followed
it
for
long
enough
and
it's
not
gonna
rise
again
We
all
have
parts
of
us
that
die,
and
there's
a
time
to
part
with
them
I
just
hope
I
get
the
chance
to
start
again
When
the
saints
go
marching
in
Oh
when
the
saints
go
marching
in
When
the
saints
go
marching
in
We'll
see
our
friends
from
the
neighborhood
again
When
the
saints
go
marching
in
It
almost
broke
my
spirit,
all
the
news
I
had
to
tell
you
As
we
talked
about
the
parts
of
our
lives
that
wouldn't
last
forever
Some
things
go
missing,
that
adventure
turns
wise
We're
all
just
kids
dealing
with
death
for
the
first
time
Beneath
the
cold
silence
of
a
neighborhood
wake
Waiting
in
line
to
say
a
prayer
for
the
neighborhood
saints
A
whole
room
of
old
pictures,
enslaved
in
wood
frames
Of
a
young
face
that
later
would
change
When
I
die
Give
my
notebooks
to
Anne
My
roadtrips
to
Dan
My
ribcage
to
Alaska,
my
cigar
case
to
Sam
My
love
notes
to
Kay,
before
my
love
notes
decay
My
fingerprints
to
my
mom,
she
can
unfold
my
pain
My
canteens
to
Elaine
My
camp
days
to
Jenny
My
fanbase
to
Kia
Ro
My
landscapes
to
Ricky
The
scars
from
my
skin
to
my
hometown
skies
Give
the
stars
back
to
Regina
that
I
took
from
out
her
eyes
Cuz
I
tend
to
see
the
future
like
a
miracle,
and
I'm
afraid
I've
waited
for
it
long
enough,
and
I'm
not
who
it's
here
to
save
And
I
don't
fear
it
anyway,
cuz
I
know
we
can
start
again
I
just
hope
I'm
not
the
only
martyr
then
When
the
saints
go
marching
in
Oh
when
the
saints
go
marching
in
When
the
saints
go
marching
in
We'll
see
our
friends
from
the
neighborhood
again
When
the
saints
go
marching
in
Please
rest
in
peace
to
the
lives
that
died
inside
of
us
I
know
it's
tough
when
good
people
leave
our
lives
We
just
need
a
little
time
and
it'll
all
be
okay
Cuz
when
we
get
to
heaven
we'll
know
a
whole
lot
of
saints
Please
rest
in
peace
to
the
lives
that
died
inside
of
us
I
know
it's
tough
when
good
people
leave
our
lives
We
just
need
a
little
time
and
it'll
all
be
okay
Cuz
when
we
get
to
heaven
we'll
know
a
whole
lot
of
saints
Please
rest
in
peace
there
are
lives
that
died
inside
of
us
I
know
it's
tough
when
good
people
leave
our
lives
We
just
need
a
little
time
and
it'll
all
be
okay
Cuz
when
we
get
to
heaven
We'll
know
a
whole
lot
of
saints.
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.