Proper Spirit - Small Black

Each night I go out and forget

Monk’s orders and head straight to her

Through the thick and lovely smoke

Full of guts but so shy

Tell me what you want

She says

Tell me what you want now

Let it go

Let it go

Let it die

Let it go

Let it go

Let it die

You haven’t shown

You haven’t shown

The proper spirit

The proper spirit

The proper spirit

She takes me out to the heart of it

Lost in the swell of the street

It can hit all the notes, we agree

But the city itself, well, it needs to breathe

Oh, let it go

Let it go

Let it die

Oh, let it go

Let it go

Let it die

You haven’t shown

You haven’t shown

The proper spirit

The proper spirit

The proper spirit

Let it go

Let it go

Let it die

Let it go

Let it go

Let it die