Wicked Windows - Jethro Tull

I review my past through wicked windows framed in silver

And hung in toughened glass, 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 passing

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 passing

Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep

We never quite vanish.

No wet soft surrender

Same bad blood running in new families