Lyric Pilgrimage

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