The Spirit Lyrics

Such distance to the tips of the fingers,
the ganglion loom jerks inside;
the body grows steadily stranger
but the spirit won't be denied.
That sharp halogene flash jars the eyeball,
the limbs pump in overdrive;
the body grows seemingly weaker
but the spirit won't be denied.

Yeah, the ash-mark stands out on the forehead Peter Hammill - The Spirit - http://motolyrics.com/peter-hammill/the-spirit-lyrics.html
as the vacuum sneaks up on the eyes;
the body becomes a constant traitor
but the spirit won't be denied.

And they call that living a normal live,
but normality's not standardised.
Though the body gets ever more root-bound
the spirit won't be denied

Yes, the spirit survives.