Spirits by Beck
Their souls left this place a long time ago
And now there's jungles and other strange arrangements
In the evening, they have swung from glory to
depressing
Will there ever be another way around it?
There used to be control, a single solid light
Devoted to perfection, a thin and narrow way
Sifting through the sand with a blistered hand
Waiting to be choked by an angel
One face did appear like a shining window
And I peered in to see what was glowing
There was motion, there was power
It was celibate and sour
An emblem of strength and duration
Well, they've spoken out aloud of a spirit so white
Rooted through the grapevines and the tresses
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