You're walking that well-healed ground
Upon a fragile course
The Gin Lane talk has been getting you down
Cos the hero of Blake could not be found
And there's a lot of faking going down
The smoke that clouded your eyes
Was a daily event
Those weren't ghosts they were only men
And the beauty that you sensed
Could heal all indifference
Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face
I can't believe what I have found
I touched the spirit
Of this ordinary town
And in the summer heat
Under crowded sheets
They were feathering their beds
I felt the spirit
Of this place we'd left for dead
Darkened streets for a guide
Search vainly for your sight
Tension rising on every side
You find comfort in its might
But that sun burns more than she lights
CHORUS
Further down in this town
You hear the common word of mouth
That back-street talk just a hollow sound
Cos the hero of Blake could not be found
And there's a lot of faking going down
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