Letters From Rimbaud

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