New horizons, unclaimed land
Await us beyond the walls of our cantonment
(I'll return to the Far Pavilions)
You can't let it get you down
You were raised on the edge
Of this unnamed ghost town
(I'll return to the Far Pavilions)
There, a million far pavilions
Gaze down from up on their heights
Where their eyes, full of wonder, wait to greet you
As you rise, feel the world you know divided up
Above and below
Let the roads lead you back
To those places you lived
Brick fields full of cut glass
(I'll return to the Far Pavilions)
Where the sidewalks strangled you
As you cradled your friend as he died from a gun wound
(I'll return to the Far Pavilions)
Past love and hatred lies our greatness
Gaze down from up on their heights
Where their eyes, full of wonder, wait to greet you
As you rise, feel the world you know divided up
Above and below
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