Book of Our Names Songtext
von Ezra Furman

I want there to be a book of our names
None of them missing, none quite the same
None of us ashes, all of us flames
And I want us to read it aloud

I want it to tell of our exile here
In a cruel machinery, our bodies between the gears
And our world back home, just a ghost of a prayer
And I want us to read it aloud, I want us to read it aloud


And our names will be heard through prison walls
Through wet city streets and international calls
And we′ll read it until this whole empire falls
And then we will continue to read it

And the names will be the real ones that are ours
Not the ones given us by the enemy powers
But the ones that we know in our bones and our bowels
And they'll be said out loud and repeated

Yes, I want there to be a book of our names
None of us missing, none exactly the same
None of us ashes, all of us flames
And I want us to read it aloud, I want us to read it aloud