When you were Santorin   You were once worshiped as a fire king   South of Naxos, shaped by Scirocco heat   Far above surfacing the Sea of Crete, your feet      Long gone, hollow 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      Gone, follow my own   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   Bring back the sun