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