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