They said they'd pay for an even decay
Across the landslide of our sacred crest
Even though they're alive theres no time for the mending kind

Is this painful how luxuries slip and if this is forgiveness they're sure to dilute the scent

Given time to seal
Where they've gone a dry lake remains
And here the sky cast no truth but that that is ours

Even summer would be better than this
For the mending king
But I keep up hope for a better reason
I left it there for you to dismantle

When born in fleets the ladder leans
Given time to seal (it will reflect us all)
And here the sky cast no truth but that that is ours

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