Pilgrimage
Suzanne Vega
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 lightadult alternative pop/rock american feeling puzzled my favourite songs ever
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