Lyrics of
Pilgrimage

This line is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the
Every step is a day in the week
It's a Sunday or Monday
A march over months of the year
This line is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the
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 line is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the
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
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
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

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
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
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