I review my past through wicked windows framed in silver
And hung in toughened gla**, upon my face, around and over
Now and then: memories of men who loved me
No stolen kiss - could match their march on hot coals for me
I have walked a line both faint and narrow, hard to follow
Caught up in circumstance. Harsh truth for history to mellow
Through my eyes: loyalties and obligation
Magnified. Obedience: the better fellow
Better not remember me. Don't mis my pa**ing
Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep
We never quite vanish. No wet soft surrender
Still waiting: bad blood running in close families
I laughed like any child - although you might find that strange
And christmas was my favourite holiday
Christmas was my favourite holiday
I am not alone in seeing the world through wicked windows
While others hide likewiese behind this vulnerable squinting
It's in the stare: it's in the silent scrutinizing
Strip you bare: I ofer you no more disguising
Better not remember me. Don't miss my pa**ing
Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep
We never quite vanish. No wet soft surrender
Same bad blood running in new families