Vision - High Highs, Jackson Milas, Oliver Chang

Vision

Of a darkened coast

Strangers of Los Angeles

We fell through the night still drunk from the weekend

We don’t need the city

We don’t need heaven

Hold on this is a lifetime

We don’t need the city

We don’t need heaven

Hold on this is a lifetime

Vision of holy true light

Even if it breaks your heart

Way down the city is above our heads

The color of the future

Even if you run for air

This town won’t save your life

Reach for the sky as she tumbled into the sea

Circling the city

We fell through the night to empty street