1203 BLVD (feat. Zachary Britt)

Your father's eyes
Cold heart in an ocean where nothing's answered
But I got my mother's sense of doubt

I tried my best, seems motionless
The deep blue holds its secrets to the death
You fought it hard and it made its mark
My friend, I know that you've got nothing left
I can't see quite clearly, how you just gave into
It's all getting harder with time

The way that you held me, and gently kept whispering
You'll be fine
You'll be fine
You'll be fine

With fists held high, into the cold dark night
I've got my mother's heart, and my father's fight

We'll take this sight away from home
We'll choose the life we want for our own
We'll trek through constellations

We'll take this sight away from home
We'll choose the life we want for our own
We'll trek through constellations
Hold on, we're coming back
Hold on, we're coming back home
Moving on, moving far