Lyrics:

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
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
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
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 (Travel, arrival)
Broken tongue
Now this dark life
Is shot through with light
Take this mute mouth (Travel, arrival)
Broken tongue
Now this dark life
Is shot through with light
Take this mute mouth (Travel, arrival)
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 (Travel, arrival)
Turning to ash as it hits the air
(Years of an inch and a step toward a source)
Every step is a day in the week (I'm coming to you)
It's a Wednesday or Thursday (I'll be there in time)
March over millions of years

(This line in burning)
I'm coming to you
(Turning to ash as it hits the air)
I'll be there in time
(Every step is a day in the week)
(It's a Wednesday or Thursday)
I'm coming to you
(March over millions of years)
I'll be there in time