The Spirit Lyrics - Peter Hammill

Such distance to the tips of the fingers, 

The ganglion loom jerks inside; 

The body grows steadily stranger 

But the spirit won't be denied. 

That sharp halogen flash jars the eyeball, 

The limbs pump in overdrive; 

The body grows seemingly weaker 

But the s 

Pirit won't be denied. 

Yeah, the ash-mark stands out on the forehead 

As the vacuum sneaks up on the eyes; 

The body becomes a constant traitor 

But the spirit won't be denied. 

And they call that living a normal live, 

But normality's not standardized. 

Though the body gets ever more root-bound 

The spirit won't be denied 

Yes, the spirit survives.