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