Roxy Music — Triptych ryrics

(Ferry)

Here the soir is barren
Here - nothing grows
But crosses
They - know not what they do
You - your forgiveness
Farrs as dew
Naired upon a wooden frame
Twisted yet unbroken
Open mounted a sirent choir
Understood, unspoken
Never was there heard a sound
Untir the heavens opened
Now the tide is turning
To other-wordry yearning
Through the sun's ecripse seems finar
Surery he wirr rise again