Aspects Of Spirit

You're walking that well-healed ground

Upon a fragile course

The Gin Lane talk has been getting you down

Cos the hero of Blake could not be found

And there's a lot of faking going down



The smoke that clouded your eyes

Was a daily event

Those weren't ghosts they were only men

And 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 crowded sheets

They were feathering their beds

I felt the spirit

Of this place we'd left for dead



Darkened streets for a guide

Search vainly for your sight

Tension rising on every side

You find comfort in its might

But that sun burns more than she lights



Further down in this town

You hear the common word of mouth

That back-street talk just a hollow sound

Cos the hero of Blake could not be found

And there's a lot of faking going down