Peter Hammill - The Spirit Lyrics
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 spirit won't be denied.Yeah, the ash-mark stands out on the foreheadas 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 standardised.Though the body gets ever more root-bound the spirit won't be denied Yes, the spirit survives