Simon Bookish - Colophon lyrics

Bede in his scriptorium A ligature A telescope The bathyscaphe descends five miles down One tear from each of his eyes smears history One page left to write he'll never witness One page left to write before the frozen dawn If I die tomorrow What difference the type I used? What if these pages turn to dirt? What are these words? What are these words? New books, as yet unwritten, let them say "All struggle now forgotten Don't you see this window of time to program Amnesty?" It's not too late to rewrite history Not too late to save ourselves Not too late to pull this species Above, beyond, above, beyond And home