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