Ian Anderson - Wicked Windows lyrics

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