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
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
Lyrics submitted by Contristo, edited by jason10209
Triptych Lyrics as written by Bryan Ferry
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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Still no TRUE Roxy fans comment on this transcendent song?
What gives? Is Christ not Lord and Savior?
@NomadMonad Not sure if anything "gives" when, after all, the answer to your second question is so categorical and simple. No.
Thank you kind sir for filling me in on that weighty question ☺
@NomadMonad -- You didn't comment on the Song Meanings page for Three and Nine. Does that make you not a "true fan"?<br /> <br /> By the way, "true fan" is an elitist phrase. If people like Roxy Music without being ultra-passionate about it, who cares? In short, don't use it anymore.