Текст песни The Spirit - Peter Hammill

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 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 life,
But normality's not standardised.
Though the body gets ever more root-bound
The spirit won't be denied

Yes, the spirit survives.