Beck Spirits
Their souls left this place a long time ago
And now there's jungles and other strange arrangements
In the evening, they have swung from glory to
depressing
Will there ever be another way around it?
There used to be control, a single solid light
Devoted to perfection, a thin and narrow way
Sifting through the sand with a blistered hand
Waiting to be choked by an angel
One face did appear like a shining window
And I peered in to see what was glowing
There was motion, there was power
It was celibate and sour
An emblem of strength and duration
Well, they've spoken out aloud of a spirit so white
Rooted through the grapevines and the tresses
And they rode their flocks of gold
And their other holy transports
That took them to a heaven that was fierce
There's a man beside a woman
A God of equal footing
Salvation, just another exit
And the mange and the squalor
And the gospels, they all holler
Hollow and they swallow
And down the railways and stations
And their hideous vibrations
Their souls are frayed at the edges
But there's tatters and there's tangles
And there's signs from every angle
You won't know where to go 'til you start moving
You won't know where to go 'til you start moving
