Lost Patrol Lyrics - The Crossing - Big Country

We lay the night in anguish, snakes drawn out by the tide 

The compass of decision falls always on one side 

But many went before us, and still the cries are clear 

There is no beauty here, just the stench of wine and beer 

We save no souls 

We break no promises 

We can do nothing more than move on headlong through the gloom 

The thorn between our lips is the missionaries tune 

Men with open arms turn their faces half away 

Observe as we approach that we have not come to save 

We stand as thick as vines, though the fruit is torn away 

There is no beauty here, friends, just death and dark decay