i was out there gathering wood
like my father said i should
but there was no way it could
keep my mother warm

so i vowed that day
to steal the flame away
and i knew what the gods would say
full of scorn

but there are certain things a man
must do while he still can 
like holding out a hand
through the dark

so chain me to the mount
and watch my guts spill out
and still I'll have no doubts
for what I have done

or cast me out to sea
and I'll forever be
an albatross flying free
looking for the land

cause there are certain things a man
must do while he still can 
like holding out a hand
through the dark

and there's a certain kind of might
that comes from shedding light
in the deepest depths of night
before the dawn

Prometheus

When You Know, You'll Know

I was out there counting footsteps on the beach
Till the waves just came and took them out to sea
Stolen souls just drifting, incomplete
Building up some distance, you and me

Was it love, or at least something meaningful?
Well I'm not sure of myself these days
Was it love, something to hold on to,
Or just forget it in a matter of days?

Well i've seen movements in the forest, ancient trees
Fading right before us, dropping leaves
How could we hope for better, you and me?
When we're just a pair of feathers on the breeze

Was it love, or at least something meaningful?
Well I can't be sure of myself these days
Was it love, something to hold on to,
Or will we call it a passing phase?

It's time we spoke the truth
Cos I can feel it in the air
And see it in the light 
And the flowers in your hair 

It was love - but nothing more
Can't stop the turning of the tide

Turning of the Tide

Wash Away (Joe Purdy cover)

if it's  going nowhere in a slow refrain
then we're getting closer to the flame

if you never started to see the day
now you lay it open and fall away

here's to hoping that the firing clay
won't lie broken with the night's decay

play it up, set it free (that's a mission)
breathe in life, you for me (keep on wishing, how?)
hold it close, hold it near (watch it glisten)
fill it up, let it clear (no more missing now)

well i'm flowing now
and i'm slowing down...

The Flame

was it summer when you fled,
took the road and said
that i'm not half as dead as you are now

was it in your aching head,
all filled up with dread -
i can see it on your brow...

is it so hard to let it know
all the things you should know
but you don't and it shows
you're alive

did you climb those fallen trees
and then down to your knees
i can see it with the crow...

there's a fire in my head and it's burning now
there's a tree in my hands and it's rooting down
through all the things that i knew and i question now
all the ways that i took it for granted

there's a flame in my heart and it's burning bright
there's a light in my chest and to my side
there's a need that i feed as i do it right
all the ways that i took it for granted...

Ali Americanos