Now you're walking the well-healed ground   Upon a fragile course   The Gin Lane talk has been getting you down   'Cos the hero Blake could not be found   And yes, there's a lot of faking going down      The smoke that clouded your eyes   Was a daily event   And those weren't ghosts, they were only men   Just 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 the crowded sheets   They were feathering the beds   I felt the spirit of this place we'd left for dead      The darkened streets for a guide   We search vainly for your sight   The tension rising on every side   You find comfort in its might   But that sun burns more than she lights      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 the crowded sheets   They were feathering the beds   I felt the spirit of this place we'd left for dead      Further down in this town   You hear the common word of mouth   That back-street talk, just a hollow sound   'Cos the hero Blake could not be found   And yeah, there's a lot of faking going down      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 the crowded sheets   They were feathering the beds   I felt the spirit of this place we'd left for dead