Jethro Tull - 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.