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