Oh spirits of joy, where had you run? When I was a boy, where I am running from What is she made of? Clouds and clay And a picture of everyday Oh baby, it's unrivalled Have you never been a little closer to survival? Have you never gone Where all the beaches grow? It was the worst thing of my life It was the turning of my eye Oh sweetness so rare, that lifts me there Mid ruins and pines, cool order undergoes As in a dream, all in a dream And a picture of health Oh baby, it's unrivalled Have you never been a little closer to survival? Have you never longed Where all the beaches grow? It was the worst thing of my life It was the turning of my eyes