In greece as I've said 

Verse and Lyre set the rhythms of action 

And afterwards music and rhyme are games, pastime 



Everything grows 

Cause anything goes 

We cannot know 

Because we are inside it 

Everything grows 

Cause anything goes 



I'm almost the island 

I'm almost the island 



In greece as I've said 

Verse and Lyre set the rhythms of action 

And afterwards music and rhyme are games, pastime 

Keeping only quietness 



We gather, we gather, we gather we gather 



We gather up the fruit of the mind 

Pen pushers and authors always full of numbers that crumble 

The poet is truly the fire stealer 

The poet is truly the fire stealer 

The stealers, the stealers, the stealers, the stealers, the stealers, 



Everything grows 

Cause anything goes 



What do we remind you of? And when you come around the show 

You'll never make it up that fast 

When no one else considers more 

And I can tell you one more thing 

You'll never come back here for more. 

There's nothing but a broken stand 

And lovers crouching on the floor (repeat 1) 



Everything grows 

Cause anything goes 

We cannot know because we are inside it 



I'm almost an island 

But not quite yet 

I'm almost an island 

But not quite yet