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

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

Travel. Arrival

Years of an inch and a step

Toward a source

I'm coming to you

I'll be there in time

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