This line is burning, turning to ash as it hits the air
Every step is a day in the week
It's a Sunday or Monday
A march over months of the year
This life is burning, turning to ash as it hits the air
Every death is an end in the race
It's a stopping and starting
A march over millions of years
Travel, arrival
Years of an inch and a step toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
This land is burning, turning to ash as it hits the air
Every line is a place on a map
It's a city or valley
A mark on these miles of fields
Travel, arrival
Years of an inch and a step toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
Travel, arrival
Years of an inch and a step toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
Take this mute mouth
Broken tongue
Now this dark life
Is shot through with light
Take this mute mouth
Broken tongue
Now this dark life
Is shot through with light
Take this mute mouth
Broken tongue
Now this dark life
Is shot through with light
Take this mute mouth
Broken tongue
Now this dark life
Is shot through with light
Travel, arrival
Years of an inch and a step toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
Travel, arrival
Years of an inch and a step toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
This line is burning, turning to ash as it hits the air
Every step is a day in the week
It's a Wednesday or Thursday
A march over months of the year
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
