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
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
I've never seen you so beautiful as that again

Oh
Touched by the spirit, touched by the flame, oh
Oh
Touched by the spirit, touched by the flame, oh
Oh
Oh, touched by the spirit
Touched by the flame

I never really ever saw you so beautiful as that again
I was touched by the spirit and touched by the flame
I never ever really ever saw you so beautiful again
Well, that again, oh, that again

And these voices, they never ever stopped again
They never stopped again
I was touched by the flame

Yeah, I never really ever hurt again
Oh, hurt again
Not even ordinary pain
Not even ordinary pain!

Oh, I never ever really ever ever ever hurt again
No, not hurt again!
Oh, not hurt again

Oh, 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!
Beautiful!
Beautiful!
Beautiful again
Again
Oh, touched by the flame