A mark on these miles of fields
Travel, arrival
I'll be there in time
It's a Wednesday or Thursday
Every line is a place on a map
Travel, arrival
Now this dark life
I'll be there in time
Travel, arrival
Now this dark life
It's a Sunday or Monday
I'm coming to you
Travel, arrival
Take this mute mouth
Is shot through with light
Broken tongue
I'm coming to you
This line is burning, turning to ash as it hits the air
Years of an inch and a step toward a source
Is shot through with light
Is shot through with light
Broken tongue
Every step is a day in the week
I'm coming to you
Years of an inch and a step toward a source
It's a stopping and starting
Every death is an end in the race
I'm coming to you
Years of an inch and a step toward a source
This land is burning, turning to ash as it hits the air
A march over months of the year
Now this dark life
I'm coming to you
Is shot through with light
I'm coming to you
Broken tongue
Years of an inch and a step toward a source
I'll be there in time
This life is burning, turning to ash as it hits the air
Take this mute mouth
Take this mute mouth
I'm coming to you
A march over months of the year
Years of an inch and a step toward a source
A march over millions of years
Take this mute mouth
I'll be there in time
Broken tongue
Now this dark life
It's a city or valley
Travel, arrival
I'll be there in time
I'll be there in time
