Proper Spirit

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

You haven't shown
The proper sprirt!
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
Needs to breathe

Let it go
Let it go
Let it die

You haven't shown
The proper sprirt!
The proper spirit!