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