Conversion

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

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

Touched by the spirit, touched by the flame, oh

Oh

Touched by the spirit, touched by the flame, oh

Oh

Oh, touched by the spirit

Touched by the flame

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, that again, oh, that again

And these voices, they never ever stopped again

They never stopped again

I was 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