Triptych Lyrics - Roxy Music

(ferry) 

Here the soil is barren 

Here - nothing grows 

But crosses 

They - know not what they do 

You - your forgiveness 

Falls as dew 

Nailed upon a wooden frame 

Twisted yet unbroken 

Open mounted a silent choir 

Understood, unspoken 

Never was there heard a sound 

Until the heavens opened 

Now the tide is turning 

To other-wordly yearning 

Through the sun´s eclipse seems final 

Surely he will rise again