The Crossing
Big Country Lyrics


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

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Reiver Eigenerfde-Yeoman

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



All comments from YouTube:

Ned Fowler

Quite possibly the greatest piece of music ever written!

Eliot Minkovitch

Terrific song, for sure. Not sure if it's best ever, though. That whole album is fantastic, a classic.

The Ultimate Warrior

@MM0IMC I'd heard that. One wonders what influence the events of 9/11 had on his frame of mind.

MM0IMC

@The Ultimate Warrior he had just started in AAA for his alcoholism, when his American wife filed for divorce. He was also wanted on a drink drive charge...

The Ultimate Warrior

@Craig Roberts It appears he began the descent into darkness once he relocated to the USA. Such a toxic 'culture'.

The Ultimate Warrior

Haha. A slight exaggeration, but indeed, it is surely brilliant.

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David Farrell

BIG COUNTRY 4 EVER! WILL NEVER STOP LISTENING TO THE CLASSICS.

fred

the most overlooked band ever love them

Elizabeth Annand

I totally agree. It breaks my heart. And THIS song is so incredibly beautiful.

Craig Roberts

I'm amazed at how good the bass player and drummer are - they really shine on this, my favorite track. Its so, very Scottish rock laddie!

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