öö läbi oli ühes ninapooles nohu.
see oli üks põhjuseid, miks ma magama ei jäänud, öö läbi vähkresin ja hommikul katkendliku unega olin ning enne kella üleval.
aga see ei olnud ainus.
ma lasin liiga palju mõtteid omale ligi.
loogika järgi ei tohiks ma veel haigeks jääda, sest kiire ja pingeline periood ei ole veel läbi.
või siis on see viimane ots kõige kiuste, mida ma üritan, siiski liiga hull olnud?
ma ei tea enam, mida teha.
pidetu-kodutu tunne on.
lahendusi ei olegi olemas.
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