There was a little place in a pretty row
Where we mostly did not go
And next to the place, in a field of trees
Were stones stacked on stones for ten centuries
At one time in the field in the middle of the night
An old god shambled beneath the sodium light
The whole town gathered at the fence
With looks on their faces worse than grief itself
Now then, a girl across the street with long dark hair
Knelt among the stones and the mystical flare
And the old god drew her into him like a flame
I've never seen you so beautiful as that again
Oh, you're touched by the spirit, touched by the flame, oh
Oh, touched by the spirit, touched by the flame, oh
(Touch my spirit, touch my spirit, my spirit, touch my spirit)
Oh, touched by the spirit, touched by the flame, oh
I never really ever saw you so beautiful as that again
I was touched by the spirit and touched by the flame
I never, ever really ever saw you so beautiful again
Well, not again, oh, not again
And these voices, they never ever stopped again
They never stopped again
Oh, when touched by the flame
Yeah, I never really ever hurt again
Oh, hurt again, not even ordinary pain
Not even ordinary pain
Oh, I never ever really ever, ever, ever hurt again
No, not hurt again
Oh, not hurt again
Oh, you're beautiful
You're beautiful again
You're beautiful, you're beautiful
You're beautiful, you're beautiful
Stop, stop, stop, stop
You're beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful again, again
Oh, touched by the flame