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
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Triptych Lyrics

Roxy Music – Triptych Lyrics

Songwriters: BRYAN FERRY
Triptych lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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