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