A Book A Mind Lyrics

Beau Navire A Book A Mind

The prophet speaks to an audience of the dead. “I am your
God”, he says. The dead they laugh, the dead they cry.
From fear that all along that there really was nothing
for them. Seething into what’s left in buried books and
empty pages. Our hearts will find either meaning or
deceit. Burn my eyes, I don’t ever want to see again.