Year: 1995
For once, peaceful, determined
Step by step we go back to the
The high districts of sorrow. Did we leave them?
The hardest is coming to an end, you see me
Sorry about that
All the way down below, we stooped to
believing those high districts were
far from us even when we never stopped thinking about them
A single misstep and no other choice
but to go back there
For once, peaceful, determined
Step by step we go back to the
The high districts of sorrow. Did we leave them?
Barely there you already talk about
going back down
Going back down is complicated
I've acquired a taste for those high districts
Those high places without relief, those firm outlines
When down below so many struggle to love one another
then go back up
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