Lyrics Detail
The Crossing
[ti:The Crossing]
[ar:Big Country]
[al:The Universal Masters Collection (Digitally Remastered)]
[by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】]
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The Crossing - Big Country
Maps on the back of your
Hands point to the cross
Scratches on walls in a
Room draw out your loss
Your islands are conquered and
You are returned to the throne
Martyrs take penance and
Fill up the mattress with stones
Pull straws with holy men
Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach
Where we can cross our hearts
Stand in the wind as
The carousels spin
Wear out your welcome again
Stand on the silence
Of mountains and
Wear out your welcome again
Mornings hit hard with
An uncontrollable light
Piercing the senses that
Click deep in the night
Crouched in a pillow of
Straw feet on the floor
Creeping a path to the mat
That holds back the door
Pull straws with holy men
Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach
Where we can cross our hearts
Build up great railways that run
Through the horns of the moon
Hold up a city with cast
Iron museum walls
Explain your machines
To the boys feed them with tools
Bring out the skill
In your skin polish your hair
Pull straws with holy men
Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach
Where we can cross our hearts
Stand in the wind as
The carousels spin
Wear out your welcome again
Stand on the silence of mountains
And take a look down to the sea
Stand in the wind as
The carousels spin
Wear out your welcome again
Stand on the silence of mountains
And take a look down to the sea