When You Were The Santorin


You Were Once Worshipped As A Fireking


South Of Naxos, Shaped By Scirocco Heat


Far Above Surfacing The Sea Of Crete


Your Feet





Long Gone Hallow The Cone


Volcano Down To The Stones





I Was Born To Sail The Cyclades


Marble Islands, Starlight Sang Like An Aegean Breeze


I Was Drawn By The Myth Of Your Monolith


Like A Perfect Face Is Drawn By The Scar


And Was Caught In The Pour From A Blast In The Core


Like A Super-heated Samovar


That's All You Are





Long Gone Hollow The Cone


Volcano Down To The Stones


Its Shadow Stealing The Sun


Long Live The Tears


See How They Run





So Long As The Memory Burns


You Should Know I'll Never Return


You Shadowed Places To Run


For So Many Years Stealing The Sun





Bring Back The Sun


Bring Back The Sun


Bring Back The Sun


Bring Back The Sun!