Enduro

All Sins Are Forgiven

No kind of treasures
Worth fighting for, biting for
Are spared the cost of surviving one's own battles
In the comfort of being lost

All sins are forgiven x 3

Seven years and forty pounds, since we were here
Pony birds, pony crowds still picking at my ear
Footprint dirt on a limestone round
Tinfoil tips of twenty foot palms looking down

All sins are forgiven x 4
Not forever x 2
Not forever just an eternity x 3
Not forever
All sins are forgiven x 4