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
And 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
And I’ve never seen you so beautiful as that again

Touched by the spirit and touched by the flame
Touched by the spirit and touched by the flame
I never ever saw you so beautiful as that again
Touched by the spirit and touched by the flame

I’ve never ever seen you so beautiful as that again
Touched by the spirit and touched by the flame
I never ever really ever saw you so beautiful again
Not like that again, not that again!

These voices they never ever stopped again
They never stopped again! I was touched by the flame!
I never really ever hurt again! Never hurt again!
Not even by ordinary pain! Not even by ordinary pain!

I never ever really hurt again! Oh, hurt again! Oh, hurt again!
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!
You’re beautiful! You’re beautiful again!
Oh, touched by the flame