Aspects of Spirit

Now you're walking the well-healed ground

Upon a fragile course

The Gin Lane talk has been getting you down

'Cos the hero Blake could not be found

And yes, there's a lot of faking going down

The smoke that clouded your eyes

Was a daily event

And those weren't ghosts, they were only men

Just the beauty that you sensed

Could heal all indifference

Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face

I can't believe what I have found

I touched the spirit of this ordinary town

And in the summer heat, under the crowded sheets

They were feathering the beds

I felt the spirit of this place we'd left for dead

The darkened streets for a guide

We search vainly for your sight

The tension rising on every side

You find comfort in its might

But that sun burns more than she lights

Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face

I can't believe what I have found

I touched the spirit of this ordinary town

And in the summer heat, under the crowded sheets

They were feathering the beds

I felt the spirit of this place we'd left for dead

Further down in this town

You hear the common word of mouth

That back-street talk, just a hollow sound

'Cos the hero Blake could not be found

And yeah, there's a lot of faking going down

Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face

I can't believe what I have found

I touched the spirit of this ordinary town

And in the summer heat, under the crowded sheets

They were feathering the beds

I felt the spirit of this place we'd left for dead