The Crossing Lyrics - Singles - 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 

Chorus 

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 in 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 

Chorus 

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 

Chorus 

Stand in the wind as the carousels spin 

Wear out your welcome again 

Stand on the silence of mountains and 

Take your rib 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 your rib down to the sea