Spirit

Walking in the summer rain
Space invaders calling
But don’t you turn around
But the years of decay can not stop
Bringing me down
In these nights of mystery
They give you power
They give you beat
They’ve got the spirit
The spirit of the street
??? (calling?)
Give me the strength to enjoy
They’ve got the fire
They’ve got the heat
They’ve got the spirit
The spirit of the street
Jesus, I called You
And no one was helping
To bring back the times to ignore
I’ve done that a few times before
Eyes in that summer-rain
Just a kind of deja vu
Don’t turn around
Can’t you see that my mind is longing
For harmony
In these nights of mystery
And don’t you ever dare
To punish me again
Get me out!
Why was I brought way out here?
Why wasn’t I taken to a city?
In these nights of mystery