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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 a year
This life is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every death is an ending, erasing
It's a stopping and starting
March over millions of years
Traveling, arriving
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 and fields
Traveling, arriving
Years of an inch and a step toward a source
I′m coming to you
I′ll be there in time
Traveling, arriving
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, broken tongue
Now this dark life is shot through with light
Take this mute mouth, broken tongue
Now this dark life is shot through with light
Take this mute mouth, broken tongue
Now this dark life is shot through with light
Traveling, arriving
Years of an inch and a step toward a source
I'm coming to you
I′ll be there in time
Traveling, arriving
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
March over millions of years
This life is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every step is a day in the week
It's a Wednesday or Thursday
March over millions of years
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Writer(s): Suzanne Vega, Anton Sanko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
