Aspects of spirit Lyrics

You're walking that well-healed ground
Upon a fragile course
The Gin Lane talk has been getting you down
Cos the hero of Blake could not be found
And there's a lot of faking going down

The smoke that clouded your eyes
Was a daily event
Those weren't ghosts they were only men
And the beauty that you sensed
Could heal all indifference

Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face
I can't believe what I have found
I touched the spirit
Of this ordinary town
And in the summer heat
Under crowded sheets
They were feathering their beds
I felt the spirit
Of this place we'd left for dead

Darkened streets for a guide
Search vainly for your sight
Tension rising on every side
You find comfort in its might
But that sun burns more than she lights

Further down in this town
You hear the common word of mouth
That back-street talk just a hollow sound
Cos the hero of Blake could not be found
And there's a lot of faking going down