Peter Hammill
The Spirit
[Verse 1]
Such distance to the tips of the fingers
The ganglion loom jerks inside;
The body grows steadily stranger

[Refrain]
But the spirit won't be denied

[Verse 2]
That sharp halogen flash jars the eyeball
The limbs pump in overdrive;
Oh, the body grows seemingly weaker

[Refrain]
But the spirit won't be denied

[Verse 3]
Yeah, the ash-mark stands out on the forehead
As the vacuum sneaks up on the eyes;
Oh, the body becomes a constant traitor

[Refrain]
But the spirit won't be denied
Oh, no, no, no, no, no

[Verse 4]
And they call that living a normal life
But normality's not standardised
Though the body gets ever more root-bound
[Refrain]
The spirit won't be denied

[Outro]
Yes, the spirit survives