Open Book in a Dead Language Songtext
von Phantom/Ghost

I wish you a small house by the river
Close to the open sea
Dreamboats at the shore deliver
Tomorrow′s troops to march with thee

And all the world would share your values
No crusades necessary
And though your army cheered at you
You'd release them to walk free

But look what you have become
An open tuning without song
A corpse without a casket
The spoiled apple in the basket


Look what you have become
By decision disadvantaged
With habits hard to manage
An open book in a dead language

I wish you disciples smart and strong
Who never cut you loose
I want your mornings full of light
Your lovers to be true

I want your evenings to be sweet
Someone within the reach of your arms
The animals are all asleep
The light dissolves and it is warm

But look what you have become
A rice corn without a chessboard
A great mind in a horde
That does not wish to be taught


But look what you have become
Your habits hard to manage
Neither sculpture nor assemblage
An open book in a dead language