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
 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
 I've never seen you so beautiful as that again
 
 Touched by the spirit (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 spirit, touched by spirit, touched by spirit, touched by spirit
 Touched by the spirit (touched by spirit) touched by the flame
 I've never ever seen you so beautiful as that again (touched by spirit)
 I was touched by the spirit (touched by spirit) and touched by the flame
 I never ever really ever saw you so beautiful again (touched by spirit)
 Well, not again (touched by spirit), oh, not 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! Oh
 I never ever really ever, ever, ever hurt again!
 Oh, not hurt again! (Touched by spirit) oh, not hurt again! (Touched by the flame)
 You're beautiful! You're beautiful, again!
 You're beautiful! You're beautiful! (Touched by spirit)
 You're beautiful! You're beautiful! (Touched by the flame)
 Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! You're beautiful! (Touched by spirit)
 You're beautiful! Beautiful! (Touched by the flame)
 Beautiful again! Oh, again (touched by spirit)
 Oh, touched by the flame!