The Spirit

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.

Songwriters

PETER HAMMILLPublished by

Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing